My wages barely let me support myself, let alone a child, and has interfered with my dream of having a child
Over the last few years I’ve been an outspoken advocate for raising wages and winning union rights for fast-food workers, and workers in other industries. As a fast-food worker myself, I know how hard it is to survive on near-minimum wage pay. I am a vocal member of the Fight for $15 and a union and I’m not afraid to demand better workplace conditions and pay. The one thing I’ve never talked about – until now – is how my low pay has interfered with my dream of having a child.
My story starts in Mississippi, where I grew up with my four siblings. I remember my parents having a hard time paying the bills. My dad was fired after being badly injured on the job. His unemployment led to depression and drug use, so my mom went to work full time to support us. My extended family was very important at this crucial time – my grandmother would get us ready and dressed for school and our uncle would drop us off.
Continue reading…My wages barely let me support myself, let alone a child, and has interfered with my dream of having a childWe want to hear from childfree women: share your experienceOver the last few years I’ve been an outspoken advocate for raising wages and winning union rights for fast-food workers, and workers in other industries. As a fast-food worker myself, I know how hard it is to survive on near-minimum wage pay. I am a vocal member of the Fight for $15 and a union and I’m not afraid to demand better workplace conditions and pay. The one thing I’ve never talked about – until now – is how my low pay has interfered with my dream of having a child.My story starts in Mississippi, where I grew up with my four siblings. I remember my parents having a hard time paying the bills. My dad was fired after being badly injured on the job. His unemployment led to depression and drug use, so my mom went to work full time to support us. My extended family was very important at this crucial time – my grandmother would get us ready and dressed for school and our uncle would drop us off. Continue reading…