Yep. That’s me. I was born poor white trash. I don’t remember at what point I realized that I was white trash, but I know that I have been cognizant of it for about 35 years.
This blog is my opportunity to get some bottled-up stuff out. Finally. It is killing me, having all of this inside. I hate it. So, now, you will share in my pain. My grief. My joy. My embarrassment. My success.
My psychiatrist says she cannot believe that I have lived through all of this. Can you?