It was hot as hell in the car on our way back to my mom’s apartment. Her cars never had air conditioning. We used “ghetto air-conditioning,” plastic water bottles between our legs.
We fell into our chairs in the living room, exhausted but ready to go.
“So…what to want to know about?” she asked slyly.
I told her I wanted to know about her experience being homeless as essentially a little girl.
Michelle had been living in Willingboro, NJ for only a few years before she became a homeless youth in the late 1970’s.
Michelle’s adolescence was tumultuous due to an incredibly drastic change in life style at such a young age. Continue reading “I Don’t Want to Be Here Pt. I”