I stretched my boots with a broom. I don’t have the time to visit the little Italian man on Hertel even though he deserves it and once re-soled my favorite thrift store shoes. there was no opportune time to wear them this late summer/fall. The last semester of graduate school is pressing down, and I panicked to my mom’s horror about loan debt. She offered me information on Income-sensitive repayment and a hug. She isn’t being granted the social security she applied for, after years and years of being unable to do the job she’s been doing her whole life. She’s a school bus driver and has had at least 4 surgeries due to work-related injuries. the extend over time and every day she works, they worsen a different part of her body. she’s paid taxes since she was 16 years old. They won’t give it back to her. It’s going to my old boss that committed tax fraud, identity fraud and spent a year at Rikers, and now collects the SSI and works off the books. My poor mom, listening me whine about white people problems like student loan debt. what a woman.
