Category Archives: 8th Grade- Houston, TX

Our house was the epitome of poor white. Dad worked at a cable company so we always had various sized wooden spools scattered around the house acting as make shift tables and cinder blocks with long boards acting as shelves. … Continue reading →

My third stepmother was a mere flash in the pan, clocking in at around a year and a half of matrimonial bliss. I didn’t have the pleasure of living with she and Dad but Jason tells me she was a … Continue reading →