Five years ago, six months before I was hired at the Guild, I lost my home. For ten years I lived on two floors of a three-story house in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. It was a dream.
Ten fabulous years.
Sadly, my previous employer downsized, I was let go, and I could no longer afford the rent. I had no savings, very little money to my name, and couldn’t apply for unemployment insurance. I chose to pour every dime I had left into helping my oldest child finish her fine art portfolio for her high school auditions, and I spared no expense. Whatever she needed, I would manifest.
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