I was sitting in front of the laundromat waiting for a friend to return to the car.
I read a big sign in the window that said, “Wednesday—Free Soup.”
My mind ran away with a story line. How lovely, people get together, do their laundry, and enjoy free soup. On and on went my mind.
My friend got into the car, looked up, and said, “What do you know, Wednesdays, free soap!
Guess who the food addict is.
I was unemployed and without an apartment or friends, spending my days binge-eating, drinking, and taking drugs. I spent all day and night in my
In college, I lived in a dorm on campus, and my favorite hobby was to steal people’s food. Although I would never contemplate stealing anything
The title of an Emily Dickinson poem, “Tell it Slant,” is an apt description of what led to my break—I told the truth, but I
In my young life, I was the one who was seen as the problem. If I was uncomfortable, I spoke up. My family did not
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