Her Mother’s Daughter
I don’t want to talk with her. If I talk with, I’m reminded of how bad the situation is. I’m reminded of her delusions. I’m reminded of her struggles, her vulnerability. I’m reminded that I can’t help her because she won’t let me. I don’t want to try to find her, because I’m reminded how … Continue reading I’m Tired of This
I’m moving to a new place at long last. I’m over-the-moon. Years of San Francisco rent being too damn high is finally starting to turn around. I found a sweet little garden apartment in a quiet neighborhood. Just my speed. While I’m full of excitement and anticipation, I’m also crumbling. I wish I could share … Continue reading My New Home and Homelessness