At the end of December, 2014, I was forced out of my little duplex and sent scrambling for a place to live. My own mother had decided that she would take my son in, but would not take me in. This was not for any good reason that I could discern. I am not a user of drugs or alcohol, nor a gambler. I have always maintained employment. I do not abuse anyone and I get along great with my mom. She had just decided that she would rather I be homeless than help me. It hurt very badly, because we
A year ago, my life was about to change, though I didn't know it. I had one of three kids at home living with me, as well as the housemate-who-wouldn't-leave who, between drinking binges, helped around the house and caused problems. Within 60 days I would be scrambling to find a new place to live and fighting for more time in an eviction that was simultaneously a relief and scary.
What have I learned in the past year? I have learned that I am much stronger than I know. I have learned that I
It's been 5 weeks since I said goodbye to Mija. I can barely stand to go in my bedroom, where she used to curl up by my pillow when it was bedtime. Man, this sucks.