Writers block

Blah blah blah…Ive got all these questions about life and how to navigate it, and ideas about what things mean, but I cant make coherent sentences turn into coherent paragraphs, or any of those turn into things that bring about serious introspection or  discussion. I’ve written this lousy post four times already. I feel like my thoughts are legitimately blocked. Yuck. Know when to hold ’em and when to fold ’em. I give. 


About Stepchild in the Promised Land: Notes from a Tier-Two Autoworker

A third-generation Detroiter, Wayne State grad, mother and tier-two autoworker.
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