Hi Chefs & colleagues. Sometimes it's time to get real. It's not all mirepoix and savory black garlic. Sometimes real life takes precedence. Four days ago, I escaped domestic violence. I took my 8 year son, important paperwork and the clothes on our backs. I left everything else. Everything. I am a Chef without a single knife, spice or pan. When I called my job (restaurant name withheld, located in Baltimore, MD) and informed them that I had been in a domestic violence situation, I was fired on the spot. The owner actually hung up on me. It is Easter Sunday morning here. My son and I are in a safehouse. We are without home, employment and possessions. I am so sad, you guys. I am trying to focus on the holiday & it's promises. But I can't stop crying today. Anyway, I felt lead to post this message on this site. We want a fresh start, someplace new. There is nothing holding us in Baltimore. We are ready to begin anew. If anyone has a word for us, anyone knows an opportunity, we would love to hear from you. Thank you for reading. God bless you so much. Happy Easter.