I was a homeless preteen for an amount of time that trauma won’t allow me to properly timestamp. For years I blamed my mother for her “bad decisions.” I had a hard time not examining myself as a spawn of irresponsibility. But, life experience has allowed me to reclassify this memory. My mother was not irresponsible. She was a vulnerable product of a failed system that sent her on a spiral of many more policy injustices. And this is how we found ourselves sharing a motel room, waiting out a lease term following an eviction caused by too many nights of domestic violence. Mommy never wanted to...