The devout among us call it by the name on its door - the Clothing Ministry, while the rest of us just refer to the warehouse of free clothing in Bristol VA as the "free clothes."

Regardless of what we call it, I have decided to go there this morning for my fashion needs. It's been at least six months since the last time I went there. I can't wait. I will post about my finds.

I am down to my literal last dollar this month since I paid a 400 dollar enrollment fee for my Graduate school. I read once that most people in the middle class today don't have an extra 400 dollars for a rare or unexpected occurrence like a dental problem or a car break down. Somehow I magically am able to live extremely below the poverty level, yet I can pay the fee. Magic!

The money disappears one way or the other. Personally I like choosing education.

As my beloved sister pointed out the other day, there have been lots of essays lately about how people are throwing away money to get higher degrees nowadays. My sister says she always thought the more education and travel you can get seems to enrich the life.

Up until a couple days ago I was chatting pretty heavily with a man in India who ended up wanting me to convince my siblings to give him money. That was my limit. So now I am not chatting with him anymore.

I went to my Cali brother about that relationship. My brother reminded me of something. He didn't know it. But all of this, these days have reminded me of something.

Family matters a lot to me. The reason has always been vague as "we share histories" or "they don't ditch me when it gets tough."

I have been with this stomach bug lately, lost 7 pounds in 4 days, regained 2 finally when my body remembered to be resilient.

I have had people in the world try to worm their way into my family's intelligence, through me, the obvious weak link. A family got so close to me I almost thought they were family. But they threatened my Tennessee brother and repeatedly asked me what he did for a living like their lives depended on knowing.

I drew the line then, again, knowing that family is important to me.

My mother is stretching her income for me so I can go to grad school. We live together and our beans and rice are bought together. She says I am "earning my kombucha" but I am not sure. Yesterday I help a lot in the garden. We salvage the bulbs from an abandoned house. Noble seeds.

Sometimes distance helps a part of the family. I remember when my Dad went to DC the first time and we had to start catching up on the phone. It also meant making a high school me talk. That was incredible. Still to this day my father is a sounding board for me.

No family actually matters more than "a lot." If I had a crappy family, that would be one thing, but I don't.

I lucked out on family.