I'll push through it, I will make it through. So convincingly I told myself in the middle of January here in the snow belt. Sleeping in a car that didn't run, having to ride my bike or walk wherever I went wasn't easy, wasn't real smart, but when there is nowhere else to go, that is what you do to get it done.
Was homeless that winter. This was back when we got a lot of snow all season long, and it was darned cold to boot. Being homeless is sometimes of one's own doing, sometimes it is a matter of circumstance, and yet at other times it is a malady one has no control over. I empathize with Twigg as I lived a part of her story myself.
Much like the childhood Hollywood star who's light has dimmed, she needed help with the transition from limelight to just one of us, but how in the world can she recognize that when she is living in the middle of a mess? A mess created by a set of fateful circumstances that aligned nicely to create this situation? It is a tough spot to be in.