But I'm Also a Social Worker....
In my quest to return to writing for a living, I neglect the fact that I have spent most of my adult life in the belly of the monster.
I wrote for a Boston newspaper to put myself through grad school; then when I got my degree, I actually left writing and went into social work. I will not try to ascertain why. There are some things God keeps secret from us, and it's probably for the best.
What do social workers do? They climb into a front row seat at the Theater of Doom, and reach out to help in any way they can. They talk to kids in schools, trying to get them to give a sh*t about graduating so they can be free of their crazy drug dealing families, then understand they don't want to be free of them. Family is family. It is powerful.
Sometimes I saw some of those kids later, in jail. I ran