Sheena Marshall

Rich Cabbage Soup

I awoke with the deep sense of dread that millions of North Americans can relate to, the kind of dread that comes with not knowing how you are going to make ends meet, or survive through the end of the month, not to mention the down the road hysteria of knowing that I am more likely to die in a homeless shelter than I am to retire and enjoy my so called Golden Years. Sometimes I can function through the dread, and other days I just lie in bed hoping for either death or salvation, but neither have come for me yet.