What Can I do?

When I was a kid, (almost) everyone told me that EVERYTHING I wanted was out of reach.

My parents were divorced: I wanted love.

I was small and weak: I wanted to be a martial artist.

My father had failed in his artistic career.  There WERE no black people in SF (so far as I could see).  I wanted to be a writer.

No hope. No role models.   No support.

But my mom played “Think and Grow Rich” and “The Power of Positive Thinking” and “Psycho Cybernetics” and on and on in endless loops and it got i...