After recovering from an eating disorder, I became pregnant with twins. Soon after, my small sons and I became homeless. Bouncing between hotels and shelters, I saw that relying on social services could become a family legacy. Full of shame, I made a promise - that would not be my story. In ways I am still mystified and enamored by, I went on to become a rags to riches story. Starting small, I built six different projects. Living in one small home and renting the other created passive income, and, a closer family. Small can be good. Of course, part of the story is o-be-si-te, written as a fable, from my struggles with food and loneliness.

                          Everyone deserves a small space, and every soul needs a garden.