At the end of the day, material things don't matter. But for a single mom, who wears so many hats every single day, who is many times both mom and dad and who never gets any time off, a simple card signed by her children on mother's day could mean the world to her. So I urge all you non-single parents, if you know a single mom, pick up her kids, help them pick out a card and sign it.
I think about money all the time. I think about the bills that need to be paid, the things my kids need, and the fact that what's coming in currently is not enough to cover what needs to go out. Every day is a list of choosing. Of overdraft fees. Of cancellation notices. Every moment is a feeling of defeat and a pang of failure.
This past year I haven't written the way I used to. There have been so many other things I wanted to write about but I just wasn't ready. I wasn't brave enough. Maybe now because I literally have nothing to lose, I have once again found my voice and my courage. Yesterday I filed bankruptcy. Chapter 7.