Growing up, I was a complete theatre nerd, which was a terrible cross of pain for everyone around me, especially when I actually took to the stage. Luckily, the bug’s bite has lessened in its potency but I still love going to shows, which is irritating because they can be

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

Some of my earliest memories are that of lying on the grass in my grandparents’ front yard above Lincoln Heights, Los Angeles, surrounded by decaying Christmas lights and rusting buckets turned into plant containers.  My Nana was roasting some immense side of pork in the monstrous, fire-breathing barbecue contraption they