Growing up in a loving family in a nice home, you never expect to wind up homeless. My mum died late 1995, my father just two months later. I was 34 and had the whole world ahead of me: They left me ...

All my life, I saw my mother take odd jobs to earn extra income. I used to watch her leave early in the morning to open the local Burger King before sunrise. Though she didn't attend college, she had ...