Roseanne Cash's essay about growing up in Tennessee, and leaving, and coming back, and leaving again is really lovely.
Faced with a dire economy and an unstable job market, America's young people haven't just wallowed in self-pity and thrown their hands up in despair. They've gotten creative. They've adapted and evolved, creating their own jobs and doing whatever it takes to make a buck or two, and at the very least, pay the rent.
Emily Fleischaker talked to a woman who earns a living by baking marijuana infused baked goods for medical marijuana clubs.
Since December, when I graduated from journalism school, I have been working as a "freelance journalist." I’ve gotten some financial help from a very generous grandmother, but as I move from Girls-hood to womanhood, the task of making a salary’s worth out of cobbled-together bits of change has morphed into a giant, cackling raincloud that follows me everywhere I go. Unfortunately, I do not have an umbrella. Forthwith, some of the more random side jobs I’ve applied for in recent weeks.