Hello and greetings! Last year I had the honor of sharing my story with the world through a book called MAID: Hard Work, Low Pay, and a Mother’s Will to Survive. On Tuesday, that book will be released to paperback, and I have some big plans for where I want it to go. Since my […]
Buying anything for our home meant toiling over what I absolutely needed vs. what I wanted, and I hardly ever bought the latter.
As I looked through other albums for more photos, I saw how much those pants were my constant, arguably as reliable as writing.
I’d gained a new person to carry constantly in my pocket that weekend.
His advocacy work had recently brought him to Chicago, Palo Alto, my town of Missoula, and Washington, D.C.
Exactly 11 months after my essay about cleaning houses was published on Vox and went viral, I accepted the offer for my memoir—an expansion of that essay.
My response to the news over the past few weeks has been a mixture of anger, sadness, helplessness, and fighting for reaffirmation that my decision to bring my children into the world was a good one.
Even though I don’t describe myself this way to people, I am a mom first and foremost, and a single one at that.
“Unfortunately for you, your death will not be as grisly or swift.”
Once, being addicted to the rush of freelancing pushed me forward. Now I’m just being pushed.