
The Never-Ending Wreckage of Growing Up Poor
Today you’d probably lump me in with the middle class, but I carry some residue of having grown up poor. I work with people who work
Today you’d probably lump me in with the middle class, but I carry some residue of having grown up poor. I work with people who work
When I was six years old, some moms took a bunch of us kids to the Santa Cruz Beach and Boardwalk, which was (in my
So many readers have written to me sharing their worries — and their success stories — around raising happy, healthy children despite having their own
Recently I finished J.D. Vance’s excellent Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis, a book that’s part sociological analysis about poor
One afternoon in the sixth grade, all the girls in my class were sent to the cafeteria for a special, one-time class whose topic was a secret. We’d
When I was sixteen I interviewed for a job at McDonald’s and didn’t get it. Before that I’d worked as a phone solicitor and before