I woke up in motion. Our rickety old van clunking along the 10 freeway through Texas. The desert sunlight shone through the van’s back window, where my bed was, and baked my fair skin into a honeysuckle hue.
1. Stop Sexualizing Feminism
Slice the ham,
tough like my drunk-tank of a heart.
I worked on Season 6 of True Blood this past year and within the first month of my 60-hour per week gig as an office PA, I was living out of my car again on the lot where I slogged each day.
Between the ages of 5 and 10 I lived in a 1991 Mazda van with my mother and sister and our two pugs. We traveled the country, stole food, met gypsies, ran from child services, egged a church, befriended bank robbers, and slept under the stars.
Cooking is an art, like everything else, I do it exceptionally well.