As a kid, I knew we had money troubles. Our insurance was catastrophic only as my parents were self-employed. I used to joke that if one of us died, we’d probably get about $10K. It probably wasn’t far from the truth. I thought that having insurance was a luxury for rich people, and so when […]
MoreAdios, tatas. TW: sexual assault I wished on the boob fairy too hard when I was 14. A late bloomer, I was holding strong with my long skinny legs and AA cups until I went to summer camp between 8th and 9th grade. Up until those two weeks, I had been flat as a pancake […]
MoreI lost my hair for the first time when I was 21. A condition called alopecia areata started taking my hair in clumps, leaving me with a strip of no hair about three inches up, at the base of my neck. I was uninsured, so I got a trendy pixie/bob haircut and moved on. I […]
MoreI remember a blue house, quite tall—definitely more than one story, but it could have been three. My small yellow bedroom had a wallpaper border with pastel teddy bears. It sat toward the back of the house—or was it the front? The stairs to the basement were off the kitchen, steep, steep stairs that no […]
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