We all have one.
Stephanie- I’ll reread several times. It strikes so many chords - my parents chaotic financial lives: so much and then nothing repeatedly ; my then undervaluing money; going to UCLA and working at the Beverly Hills Toy store in Beverly Drive- seeing Sheldon give gifts to the stars and their children and following black kids around the store; my own opportunity at immense wealth and my ex inability to keep a job while I never ever stopped working from the time I was 14. And maintaining authentic relationships with my wealthy friends while I was divorced and raising two boys in my own with no financial or practical help- still committed to giving them opportunities -and freaking out at night worried about money - it felt like my skin was on fire.
And that’s just the highlights ...
This reminds me of a comment a random screenwriter I met in Fort Greene park made after I told him the premise of my book--“who’s going to care about two white girls in Malibu?” I don’t know how to answer that question but I think this exercise in class can help me understand my characters more either way, and then perhaps answer his question for myself.
I'm still processing your words. We don't talk about this topic enough.