Perhaps I should start by introducing myself. Hello. I'm the fat and forty female of the title. Poor too. I live in a pretty little house (yes, the irony, I know. Grateful for God's grace..) in the hills behind Los Angeles, with my adorable child and multiple adorable pets. This is not my guinea pig, nor my sink by the way, I just like the picture. 

At any rate, I was hooked to the morphine drip of My Family's Money until last year. . It was devastating. I could write a book on how angry I was, how unfair it seemed, blah blah blah, but the startling truth is that my life began, in many ways, when that happened. I can't say it was an accident, it is and has been the central drama of my life for as long as I can remember. How to live on my own, doing something I love, for money. Taking care of myself and my loved ones. Being who I am and being recognized for it. My family may be completely crazy-in fact, they are completely crazy, but unfortunately that's not an excuse that I can work with right now. It doesn't pay bills or feed us or make me happy. It's not tenable, so to speak. So I move on. Blogging all the while. 

God, is this blog just so self indulgent? Forgive me, dear reader, if it is. I'm new at this. As I am with many things right now.