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This photo is from my mother's childhood album where she had cut her mother's face out of every photo.

Bankruptcy was fun.

This is me at seventeen and the last surviving photo of Caleb. He put a kitten in my daughter's lap.

Surrounded by black bears in Alaska, feeling like my nightly minefield stripping.

Conquering New York, each morning as I rollerbladed down Broadway for my art class, bums stood up to salute me.

This is after I put myself out to pasture at 46. It was hard to know when to quit stripping because you feel like a laughing stock from the moment you start. It took years before the weight of stripping was lifted off my shoulders. I still feel like I am being judged.