I used to work a late swing shift at a casino cafe when my children were little. I was a single parent back then, and I'd get home late, somewhere between one a.m. and four a.m., depending on when I got to close down the cafe for the night. This meant that if the kids... Continue Reading →
When I Thought of Myself as An Adult
I had my first child when I was nineteen, my second just after I turned twenty-one. By the ripe "Adult" age of twenty-four, I was on my own, raising these two little ones with no means of support other than a waitressing job. Looking back, I realize I was a child, raising children. I clearly... Continue Reading →