I grew up poor, with limited resources and opportunities. When the 90's recession hit, my family went from lower middle class to just lower class. Food banks provided food for us to "quiet the stomach rumblings" on hungry days, and one-room motel rooms filled with six family members afford us the luxury of having a roof over our heads to fight the frigid-ness of bitter New England winters that threatened our lives.
When Life Gives You Seeded Watermelon…
...just spit the seeds out and keep it moving. Man, it's been a minute for a new post, and for good reason. So many transitions in my life right now, I can barely keep up. I've been up, I've been down, turned practically inside out like Penny from Pee-Wee's Playhouse (I couldn't find the inside... Continue Reading →