I don’t do Christmas. It all started when I was 17. I had been working for a few months as a waitress in a mountain resort hotel where they offer room and board for employees. It was a great solution to my homeless situation as well as a job; I had left home for good [...]
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It’s been a long time since I realized that how people treat me is one thing, their thing. How I choose to react—or not—is another. My thing. The two are closely connected, of course, and sometimes seem almost indistinguishable. He gets me so mad. She drives me crazy. My boss drives me up a wall. [...]
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