Missed the beginning? Go to the first post in this series. So there I was, broke, alone and about to be evicted from a home in foreclosure (back then foreclosure was an unusual and shameful thing).  I knew I could do great things and that my skills were valuable, but I

Missed the beginning? Go to the first post in this series. I was destitute. Creditors were calling so often I finally shut the ringer off the phone. I had no direction, no definitive passion, and I still had to eat–and drive places, and keep warm and lay my head down someplace