Mom was a nurse's aide. She worked in various hospitals. She took care of us that way, and we ate government cheese. I survived.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was raised on government cheese. As an adult, in my first marriage, my husband and I worked real hard just to go bankrupt. I happened to write some jokes about it. I did real well for myself.
My mom died when I was 8.
My mother was amazing. I guess, in our community, if you wanted to get by you had to work hard. So she cleaned offices. She did everything that you could imagine. We were really poor. But she would say, 'Where you are is not who you are.'
My mother had lots and lots of children who didn't survive.
My dad was a plumber, and my mom was on and off again, either a stay-at-home mom or working with the disabled as a visiting-nurse assistant.
My mother kept the house clean and we ate good. I didn't know we were poor until I started giving interviews.
My mother was a teacher.
My mother was a cleaning lady all her life.
When I was paralysed by polio at 13, I went into an isolation hospital and couldn't sit up, so I only took liquid food from spouted cups which the masked nurses would bring in and feed to me. I saw my parents only through glass; we couldn't touch.
I had a working mother. She worked for IBM. My dad lived in another town - not very far away, but another town. So food was - I guess food was my friend.