I Was Married With A Full-Time Job. Then I Had To Move Into My Car.
My ringing vacation alarm jolts me from a deep snooze. I peek at the auto home windows. They are lined in snow. I’m grateful for the thick comforter I salvaged from the storage unit right before the auction. The pores and skin on my encounter stiffens and stings from the frigid air. How extended have … Read moreI Was Married With A Full-Time Job. Then I Had To Move Into My Car.