I often wish my mother were still alive to see me now. We all cover a lot of ground over the course of our lives, and mine occasionally astounds me when I reflect on it.
That’s why I’m so grateful to have become the first Democrat in 33 years to challenge the current Speaker of the House for her seat in Congress.
When I was younger, I never envisioned running for office.
My family moved from London to a small town in rural Missouri when I was 2 years old. We moved from Rosebud—with a population of under 400 people, and not a single stop light—to the suburbs of St. Louis when I was in middle school. Until then, my connection to the world beyond our town had been mostly through books. Our faith congregation on the north St. Louis exposed me to wealth & income inequality, but I remained the furthest thing from worldly.
And when I was 21, I was happy to simply have a roof over my head.
I spent two years—1992-1994, when I was 17 to 19–challenged by housing insecurity after my family lost our home to foreclosure in 1991. I started college at the University of Chicago that fall, but had to leave school before the end of the academic year due to financial obligations and landed on the couches of a series of friends.
That was a rough time. It taught me a lot, including how little I need, how lucky I am for the chance today to work in the realm of ideas, and how to relate to anyone from any social circle in more or less any circumstance.
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