I was born in Rockland, NY, but I did a whole lot of moving between kindergarten and 7th grade (like 7 different schools worth of moving). I was always the new girl but by the end of week 1, I had a new set of friends and teachers that loved me; a new set of people to help me escape.

School as flawed as it was, was my safe haven. I knew the rules; when to be quiet, that teachers liked when you raised your hand and like even more when you got the answer correct. I knew I could make a teachers face light up when I brought them a flower I picked during recess and I always pick the perfect gift around the holidays.

I have 7 schools worth of practice. School was predictable I knew what I was going to get out of it everyday if I play my part. That felt like peace compared to what was going on at home.

I am the  oldest sibling of four and was prepared to be a care taker from the time my sister first sister was born. For most of my childhood my mom battled a substance abuse issue and a bi-polar disorder diagnosis. I had to navigate coming home and having no idea what I was talking into.