#poverty

I'm really not doing well. Sometimes I think if it weren't for my dogs I would just give up. It's surprising that I'm not really having a full on breakdown but I realized recently that all my keeping it together is actually a freeze state of depression. Once a sensitive person who easily cried, I...

Being homeless means I often get to see systemic barriers that often times people don't really consider to be such. Beyond the fact that having a family is an enormous leg up, beyond credit scores (which don't exist in other countries) blocking housing opportunities, beyond the fact you need an a...

Many years ago, when open diary was first a thing, and a free thing, I had an account under the name Wutzerface. So many years later, after so many changes, including two deaths of people I most certainly wrote about in those earlier years (one of which is a sibling), I so wish I could…

My childhood home showed up for sale today and it brought up a lot of memories. The house has not been touched since I was a child. It is still gingerbread brown. The layers of mint-ice-cream-green lead paint is still peeling like flakes of white chocolate from the metal back door. The deck that ...

Charity, continuing with Letter 2: So, where did I leave off...getting old and health. Ya. Fun stuff. Let's see. Busy - I went to Accra...and honestly, I did not care for Ghana, at all. Not really at all. Wait, I did fall in love with the Jolla Rice at KFC (they have KFC and Uber…