Overwhelming Relief

The summer I was 13, I was a live-in babysitter in Golden Valley (a comfortable suburb of Minneapolis – a far cry from the housing projects I lived in). It was a dismal job. The mother was a control freak, I was paid next to nothing, and had a weekly housework schedule to keep up…

The Day After

After writing all morning, I’m still thinking about those women last night on the rooftop of the Women’s Club, and how they responded to my disclosure better than I’d anticipated. I know it won’t always be that way and I’m grateful to them for their collective reaction. I’m so grateful I decide to send them…