after recovering from an eating disorder and becoming pregnant, my sons and I found ourselves homeless. bouncing between shelters, I saw relying on social services could become a family legacy.

I couldn't let that be my story. through an extraordinary chain of events, I went as they say, from rags to riches. 

I fixed houses. we lived in one part and rented a finished area. there were months without windows or doors, sinks or toilets -  yet we always made it work. this was the way I created an income & took care of my family.

part of my story is in the book, obesite, written as a fable, from my struggles with food and loneliness.

 every One deserves a small space, and every Soul needs a garden.