A Piece of Cake: A Memoir by Cupcake BrownA Piece of Cake: A Memoir by Cupcake Brown

A Piece of Cake: A Memoir

byCupcake Brown

Paperback | April 10, 2007

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There are shelves of memoirs about overcoming the death of a parent, childhood abuse, rape, drug addiction, miscarriage, alcoholism, hustling, gangbanging, near-death injuries, drug dealing, prostitution, or homelessness.

Cupcake Brown survived all these things before she’d even turned twenty.

And that’s when things got interesting...

You have before you the strange, heart-wrenching, and exhilarating tale of a woman named Cupcake. It begins as the story of a girl orphaned twice over, once by the death of her mother and then again by a child welfare system that separated her from her stepfather and put her into the hands of an epically sadistic foster parent. But there comes a point in her preteen years—maybe it’s the night she first tries to run away and is exposed to drugs, alcohol, and sex all at once—when Cupcake’s story shifts from a tear-jerking tragedy to a dark comic blues opera. As Cupcake’s troubles grow, so do her voice and spirit. Her gut-punch sense of humor and eye for the absurd, along with her outsized will, carry her through a fateful series of events that could easily have left her dead.

Young Cupcake learned to survive by turning tricks, downing hard liquor, partying like a rock star, and ingesting every drug she could find while hitchhiking up and down the California coast. She stumbled into gangbanging, drug dealing, hustling, prostitution, theft, and, eventually, the best scam of all: a series of 9-to-5 jobs. But Cupcake’s unlikely tour through the cubicle world was paralleled by a quickening descent into the nightmare of crack cocaine use, till she eventually found herself living behind a Dumpster.

Astonishingly, she turned it around. With the help of a cobbled together family of eccentric fellow addicts and “angels”—a series of friends and strangers who came to her aid at pivotalmoments—she slowly transformed her life from the inside out.

A Piece of Cake is unlike any memoir you’ll ever read. Moving and almost transgressive in its frankness, it is a relentlessly gripping tale of a resilient spirit who took on the worst of contemporary urban life and survived it with a furious wit and unyielding determination. Cupcake Brown is a dynamic and utterly original storyteller who will guide you on the most satisfying, startlingly funny, and genuinely affecting tour through hell you’ll ever take.
Cupcake Brown practices law at one of the nation’s largest law firms and lives in San Francisco. Visit her website at cupcakebrown.com.
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Title:A Piece of Cake: A MemoirFormat:PaperbackDimensions:480 pages, 9.18 × 6.13 × 1.02 inPublished:April 10, 2007Publisher:Crown/ArchetypeLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:1400052297

ISBN - 13:9781400052295

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from amazing!! A piece of cake is so beautifully written. What i loved most was the fact that no one was left hanging on who, where and what the other characters were up to. Cupcake brown is such a strong woman and I an so inspired by her story. This book is so relatable to any addict and survivor of domestic violence. I definitely recommend
Date published: 2018-11-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing Literally one of the best books I've read. Loved how she turned her life around
Date published: 2018-08-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from a great read This was an incredible book. The strenght she portrays is incredible.
Date published: 2018-05-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Very Inspirational I loved this book. It was very tragic, yet inspiring. The strength and perseverance she had was incredible.
Date published: 2017-12-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great! This is a great motivation read to show how you can completely transform your life in rough times. She is quite the inspiration.
Date published: 2017-10-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from WOW What an amazing story about her journey overcoming struggles. Got a little lost in the middle but was couldn't put it down! Great read and message: Life keeps moving, no matter how many times you get knocked down.
Date published: 2017-10-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from WOW What a beautiful story! This is such a powerful memoir. Emotional yet inspiring. Couldn't put this one down. Highly recommend!
Date published: 2017-08-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! An amazing true story of heartbreak and resilience. One of the best books I've ever read.
Date published: 2017-04-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wow One of the most powerful books I have ever read
Date published: 2017-02-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Powerful and poignant I've read this book so many times my copy is literally missing the front and back covers and I will continue to read it again and again. Cupcake Brown is a strong writer with the ability to take the awful horrible things that happened to her and make them relatable. I would love to see more books written by her!
Date published: 2017-01-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Couldn't put this down. I was recommended this by a coworker, and I literally couldn't put this down. I think I finished this in a day and a half. The writer's so brutally honest with all of the things that she has been through and I'm very happy with how she has ended up. Truly inspirational. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-01-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book! This book was fantastic! It is very emotional, but is also very inspiring!
Date published: 2016-12-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Story This book was so emotional and inspiring. Loved it.
Date published: 2016-11-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from could not put it down I was hit with a roller coaster of emotions reading this book. From her lowest lows to her highest achievements, Cupcake's life story is truly inspirational. #plumreview
Date published: 2016-11-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Tough but inspirational story Cupcake Brown's life is astonishing. This book will hook you in immediately and not let go until the final pages. At times poignant, funny, frightening, enlightening and sad.
Date published: 2016-11-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Piece of Cake Great read. Has you hooked right from the start.
Date published: 2016-11-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing Read Such an entertaining and gripping book. She had such a harsh up bringing but has managed to tell it in an inspiring and entertaining way. Highly recommended.
Date published: 2016-06-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A piece of cake Brilliant book from start to finish this womans story will break ur heart but let u see with help love and dermitation anythings possible
Date published: 2015-07-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from interesting and shocking memoir from child to adult. she goes from drugs (trying, addiction and dealing), prostitution (as a child and teen), gang activity, various criminal activities, sexual assault, abortions and anything that relates to the dark and revolting side of adults abusing children.  a compelling story about a girl's journey to becoming a successful lawyer. what cupcake goes through is what we as adult shield our children from.  i can't say this is a good story, because it truly sickening and sad. though the child services and judiciary has changed since the 80's it is still hard to believe how one child was able to come out of the ashes to become a successful and prominent lawyer.  you will be completely shocked what she goes through and never forget this story. you will learn to appreciate your life. 
Date published: 2014-03-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Piece of Cake Awesome read... All that she encountered was unbelievable. This could happen to anyone.
Date published: 2013-07-28
Rated 3 out of 5 by from A Piece of Cake Awesome read... All that she encountered was unbelievable. This could happen to anyone.
Date published: 2013-07-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Piece of Cake Awesome read... All that she encountered was unbelievable. This could happen to anyone.
Date published: 2013-07-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Piece of Cake This is an amazing book that I just could not put down. Cupcake goes through the lowest of the lows to the highest of highs. It is an incredibly inspiring story that makes you think "If she can go through all that, my life is nothing in comparison and I can do it too."
Date published: 2012-08-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Let them eat Cake! This book is devourable with its twists and turns. The author has gone through every imaginable obstacle and her long, strenuous, moving journey is completely shocking to read and unfathomable to most people. Highly recommended, a good read that will give you the perspective from someone who has been through it all and then some.
Date published: 2012-05-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from couldn't put down! what an amazing story . The things that cupcake went through are astonishing , as you read it you find yourself getting mad for her ,sad for her and when she succeeds happy for her. Read this book in no time , you just keep flipping pages dying to know what will become of cupcake .One of the best memoirs i've ever read !
Date published: 2011-07-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Not so much of a piece of cake The never ending problems this woman struggled through her life are unbelievable, I struggled to read the book myself, thinking how is she going to make it out alive. But I made it, i read through her suffering. This book shows us that in life you do need support around you, and that you can overcome horrible addictions and you can get pass the bad things life throws in your face. Half way through the book I had to stop reading it for a week, because my brain and heart could not take it anymore, It is funny how things come at you , testing you to see if you are going to mess up, and you would think, okay now this woman will learn from her past experience and chose a better way, but she didn't she would fall right back, but how can she go to a better way, when she doesn't know what it better, or doesn't even think she deserves better, very sad, heart-rending but good read all the way. Don't ever give up and you are not alone
Date published: 2011-07-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from inspiring I loved this book and I normally hate reading, so it has to be good to keep my attention. The author shares the story of her childhood and troubled youth getting into drinking and drugs at 11 yrs old and by her own will power overcomes it all. An incredible story, I highly recommend reading!
Date published: 2010-06-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Inspiring I love to hear about people who have overcome hardship and beat the odds. Cupcake Brown did this. Despite the many people who entered her life that told her she would amount to nothing and despite the people who entered her life who did what they could to hold her back, she began to love herself and see that she was worth something and did have a large amount of love, courage and happiness to share with other people. The system failed for Cupcake and I'm so glad she has written her story so people can see what happens to children when the system fails. Unfortunately, it fails many children and families. It is stories like this that will hopefully help change the way things are done so that others will not have to experience the same things Cupcake did. This book is very raw and real. It is emotionally difficult to read, but very well written. I highly suggest this book to anyone in the chld welfare system!
Date published: 2009-04-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Shocking. This woman is incredible - had I not lost the book when I was at the last chapter, I would have been grateful. Cupcake Brown is a remarkable woman, everyone should know this girls story. Absolutely everyone. It shows how young of an age you can start drinking, drugs, and sex. It's still todays reality, sadly.
Date published: 2008-10-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One of the best I have read alot of memoirs and this is one of the most shocking. There were so many times that I thought, "Oh my gosh, this really happened!". It was really good with illustrating the hardships that people face in their lives but that you are alwasy able to bring your head out of the water. I found the beginning really intriguing, but like most memoirs, the end starting to get a little dragged on and boring. But OVERALL, it was worth the read!
Date published: 2008-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from OMG!!!AWESOMEEE!! I recommend this book to anyone. (Except for children under the age of 11). It is very overwhelming and touching. !!!!
Date published: 2008-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderful I was very moved and motivated by Cupcakes book. I admire her ability to turn her life around. She is definitely a role model to any child/teen that has been given a rough go at life. Cupcake proves that if you have the will you can make your own way. I love her passion and think she is a wonderful person. Her sincerity is soo refreshing.
Date published: 2007-07-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Unbelievable! This book will shock you, touch you, make you cry, and make you laugh, but best of all, it makes you think. This just goes to show how a little bit of determination and hard work can get you where you want/need to be. Her insight, honesty, and ability to make you feel as though you are experiencing all things great and evil, is a thing of great beauty. This book has greatly impacted my life, and I am glad that Cupcake was willing to share her story with us. I have never been more inspired.
Date published: 2007-04-16

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1 The booming music coming from Momma’s radio alarm clock suddenly woke me. I could hear Elton John singing about Philadelphia freedom. I wonder why Momma didn’t wake me? I thought to myself. It was January 1976. Wasn’t no school that day. But Momma still had to go to work. So, while Momma was at work, I was goin’ over to Daddy’s house to play with Kelly, the daughter of his lady friend. I wonder why she didn’t wake me? I thought again to myself as I climbed out of bed. When I passed the dresser I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Boy, was I ugly. “Skinny, black, and ugly.” That’s what the kids at school called me. Or they’d yell out, “Vette, Vette, looks just like my pet!” My name was La’Vette, but my first birth name was Cupcake. At least that’s what my momma told me. Seems Momma craved cupcakes when she was pregnant with me. She had three cupcakes a day, every day, without fail, for nine and a half months (I was two weeks overdue). Momma said that even if she didn’t eat anything else, she’d have her daily dose of cupcakes. Anyway, seems that while “we” were in labor, the hospital gave Momma some pain drugs. Once Momma popped me out, the nurse said: “Pat”—that was my momma’s name—“you have a little girl. Do you know what you want to name her?” Tired and exhausted from eight hours of hard labor, Momma lifted her head, smiled sheepishly, and said, “Cupcake,” before she passed out. So that’s what they put down on my birth certificate. I mean, that is what she said. (The nurses thought it was due to the excitement of motherhood, Momma said it was the drugs). A few hours later, however, when Daddy came to the hospital he decided he didn’t like “Cupcake.” Momma said Daddy wanted to name me La’Vette. So, just to make Daddy happy, Momma said she had the hospital change my name. I didn’t mind, really. I loved my daddy; so as far as I was concerned, he could change my name to whatever he wanted. But, Momma said that to her I would always be Cupcake. She never called me anything else, ’cept sometimes she called me “Cup” for short. Anyway, the kids at school always told me that I was ugly. They teased me, saying I looked like “Aunt Esther,” that old lady from Sanford and Son, the one always calling Sanford a “fish-eyed fool.” She was the ugliest woman I’d ever seen. So if the other kids thought I looked like her, I knew I had to be ugly. Besides, everybody knew a black girl wasn’t considered pretty unless she was light-skinned with long straight hair. I was dark-skinned with short kinky hair. I hated my complexion. I hated my hair. I hated my skinny legs and arms. But, my momma thought I was beautiful. She’d say: “Cup, you’re only eleven years old. You will appreciate your beauty as you grow up.” Shoot, I couldn’t wait to grow up! Momma always said things to make me feel better. I loved my momma. She was my best friend and she was beautiful: she had cocoa-colored skin and her long black hair hung way past her shoulders. And, Momma had the biggest, prettiest smile you ever saw. People always told her that she looked like Diana Ross because of her long hair and wide beautiful smile—all teeth. I passed the black ugly thing in the mirror and continued toward Momma’s room. The radio alarm continued to blast. I giggled to myself. Momma was like me. She hated getting up in the morning, so she put the clock way across the room and turned it all the way up so it would scare her awake in the morning. That way, she’d have to get out of bed and walk across the room to turn it off. I wonder why she didn’t turn the alarm off? I thought as I made my way through the kitchen toward the large living room that led into Momma’s room. The floor was cold because wasn’t no carpet in our house. Still, I loved our old house. It was Victorian style, three bedrooms and one bathroom. We lived in San Diego in the heart of the ghetto, though I never knew it until I got older. We had our share of dilapidated houses, and run-down apartment buildings, but most of the houses and apartments in the neighborhood were in decent order. I mean, we didn’t have any mansions, but most folks made sincere efforts to keep their houses decent-looking: they watered their tired brown lawns, trying to keep them up (as kept up as a lawn could be with kids runnin’ over it all the time), and tried to replace windows that had been broken from runaway fly balls that escaped the imaginary fields of street baseball games. We had a great neighborhood store, Sawaya Brothers, that had everything you could need or want, including the most delicious pickled pig feet. We had a neighborhood park, Memorial Park, a boys’ club and a girls’ club. I thought my family was rich because I was the only kid in the neighborhood who had her own bedroom, furnished with a white princess-style bedroom set complete with a canopy bed, matching nightstands, and dresser. There was a pink frilly comforter with matching frills for the canopy overhead. And, I had a closet full of clothes. Unlike other kids in my neighborhood, I never had to share clothes or wear hand-me-downs. Momma loved to sew and made most of my clothes. The other kids thought we were rich too. Little did we know that we weren’t rich—it’s just that both my mom and dad worked while the other kids only had one parent trying to raise several kids either on one income or, more commonly, on welfare, though being on welfare wasn’t nothing to be ’shamed about. Most everybody was. In fact, I envied my friends on welfare because they got government food that you couldn’t get from the store, like this great government cheese. You ain’t had a grilled cheese sandwich till you’ve had one made with government cheese. The blasting radio brought me back to my immediate mission: finding out why Momma didn’t wake me. I wished she’da woke me up, I thought as I followed the sound of the blasting radio. I was excited about going to my daddy’s. My momma and daddy didn’t live together. Daddy lived around the way with my brother, Larry. I hated Larry. Larry was thin and lanky like me. And he was dark-skinned like me. Although he was two years older than me, he never acted like a big brother. He never protected me. In fact, HE was usually the one I had to be protected FROM. And, usually, it was ME jumping in a fight to protect HIM. I thought he was a wimp. Larry hated me just as much as I hated him, but for different reasons. He was jealous of me. He’d never admit it, but I knew he was. I was the one who always got good grades and saved my weekly allowance so I could buy something nice and big, while Larry hated school (and was always on the verge of flunking out) and spent his money faster than he got it—and then had the nerve to get mad when he didn’t have anything left. Our hate for each other resulted in fierce fights: cussin’ each other out (a skill I’d turned into an art from an early age) and throwing knives and hammers (or anything else lethal we could find) at each other. Our fights were no joke. We were trying to kill each other for real, or at least cause loss of body parts. In our house, before Larry went to live with Daddy, I could never slack up and always had to watch my back because we were always trying to sabotage each other. Once I woke to Larry trying to smother me with a pillow. Bastard. He just woke up one day and decided he’d try to kill me. I had to fight, kick, scratch, punch, and scream to get him off me. I got him back, though: I tried to poi- son him. Larry was always trying to boss me around. One day, after yet another unsuccessful attempt at killing me, he’d ordered me to get him some Kool-Aid. And I did—with a little rat poison in it. But watching my sudden obedience, he got suspicious. Talkin’ ’bout he smelled “somethin’ funny.” He ordered me to take a drink first. I took a sip, but I didn’t swallow. I just held it in my mouth, hoping he’d now be willing to drink. He was smarter than I thought. He fucked around and fucked around twirling the Kool-Aid in the glass with a sly grin on his face till I couldn’t hold what was in my mouth anymore without swallowing. Oh shit! I thought, I can’t kill myself! That’d be right up his alley! I ran for the bathroom, which confirmed Larry’s suspicions that something was up. He ran ahead of me and blocked the bathroom door with his body, laughing hysterically at the irony of the situation. My only other option was out the front door—halfway ’cross the house. I’d never make it. “Swallow it, bitch!” he ordered, his body still blocking the doorway, hands up in the air like a soccer goalie. Damn, I hated him. But, I would have the last word on this one. It took me a moment to think of a way out, but then it came to me. As I realized my way out, the look of terror on my face from envisioning what seemed to be my impending death slowly changed into a wide-ass grin: I spit the Kool-Aid in his face. And with that, it was on—we tumbled, kicked, bit, and scratched, until we tired ourselves out and retreated to opposite ends of the house to await the next battle. So I was really glad when Momma sent Larry to go live with Daddy. Larry had started talking back to Momma, being smart-mouthed and sassin’ her. I remember the day Larry left. Momma told Larry to move a can of paint from off the back porch. Larry angrily stomped toward the paint can, but instead of moving it, he kicked it (as if punting a football), toward Momma. I don’t know if he meant for the can to hit her. But it did. The can flew into the air like a football toward a goalpost. It struck Momma on the shoulder as it made its way back down. The impact from the can hitting Momma’s shoulder caused the lid to topple off and paint flew everywhere. Momma stood there for what seemed like forever, although it was really only a moment, paint dripping off her clothes and face like icicles off a tree. I swear I thought I saw smoke coming out of her ears. She balled her fist. I thought she was going to knock the shit out of Larry (actually, I was hoping she would; then maybe I could get in a kick or two), but instead she spun suddenly and quickly on her heels (her long black hair flying out behind her reminded me of Batman’s cape), stomped into the house and, over to the phone, and called my daddy. “Come get this lil nigga fo I kill him!” she screamed. Needless to say, Daddy quickly came and Larry quickly went. Larry had lived with Daddy ever since. Daddy saved Larry’s life that day. — After Larry left, we really didn’t see much of each other; which was fine with both of us. Daddy and Momma would switch me and Larry on the weekends so each parent could spend time with the child he or she didn’t live with. This meant that Larry and I had to see each other only in passing (and even that was too much for me). I loved my weekends with my daddy. We’d dress up: Daddy would put on his one suit and I’d put on a nice dress and we’d go out on a date. We’d usually go somewhere for dinner and then to the movies. My daddy was the only person besides my momma who thought I was pretty. He’d hop me up on his knee and ask: “Who’s the prettiest girl in the whole wide world?” And, in between giggles, I’d say: “I yam.” But I never believed it. He HAD to think I was pretty. He was my daddy. When we were out on our dates, he’d ask everyone: “This is my daughter. Ain’t she pretty?” What were they going to say? “Actually sir, she looks like shit”? No, they smiled and lied and told Daddy I sho was pretty. I didn’t care that they were lyin’. I loved my daddy and I loved our dates. Didn’t bother me that Momma and Daddy didn’t live together either; they still loved each other. Daddy did have a lady friend, Lori—but to me, she was just that: his friend. Lori was a tall, thin white woman. She reminded me of Popeye’s girlfriend Olive Oyl, but I still liked her because she made the best chocolate cake (my favorite). I really liked her daughter, Kelly, a pudgy Mexican-looking girl with long black hair, only six months younger than me. Neither of us had a sister, so we decided we’d be each other’s sister. We played together and always had fun together. She didn’t mind being silly, and she was always willing to play my favorite game: Africans. I’d be “Unga-Bunga,” and she’d be “Oooga-Wooga.” We’d jump around with fake spears, acting a fool. I had no idea what it was like to be a real African so I imitated what I’d seen on TV. I didn’t know that TV was run by white folks. What do white folks know about being African? Nothing. But at the time I was too young (and really didn’t care) to know. Anyway, I couldn’t wait to get to Daddy’s house so Kelly and I could play. Why didn’t Momma wake me? I thought again as I continued walking toward her room, my head down in deep thought while I contemplated which outfit I would wear to daddy’s. I looked up and froze. I’ll never forget what I saw. The radio was still blasting in the background. Momma was lying facedown on her stomach. She was hanging off the side of the bed from her waist up. Her long black hair was hanging down, covering her face. Her arms hung limp to the floor. “Momma?” I asked, walking slowly toward her. The radio continued to blare. As I got closer, it seemed to get louder. “Momma?” I thought maybe she was kidding. Momma was always playing with me. Just the night before we were playing house and doing each other’s hair, dancing around and acting silly. I thought Momma was just playing another game, so I expected her to jump up like a jack-in-the-box and scream, “Boo!” But she didn’t move. I touched her arm. She was cool. I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew it wasn’t good. “Momma?” I repeated as I tried to lift her up by her shoulders so I could see her face. I didn’t know death was so heavy. When I tried to lift her, her body slid off the bed and onto me, and we both hit the floor with a thud. As she landed on top of me I heard a gurgling noise in her throat. She was heavy. Still I didn’t panic. It took awhile but I managed to squeeze myself from up under her and turn her over. She was so beautiful—even dead. I don’t know how I knew she was dead. I’d never seen death before. I just knew. I got up and slowly walked over to the nightstand where the phone lay and called Lori. “Hello,” Lori answered. “Lori, this is Vette. My momma’s dead.” I said it so casually, Lori thought she’d misunderstood what I’d said. “What’d you say?” she asked. “My momma’s dead.” I repeated in the same casual voice. “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” “Stay right there! I’m gon’ call your father!” I hung up and almost immediately the phone rang. I nonchalantly picked it up. “Hello.” “Punkin, this is Daddy.” My daddy always called me Punkin. Never “Pumpkin” always “Punkin.” Once I asked him why, and he said because when I was a baby, I had big chubby cheeks that made my face look like a little roun’ pumpkin, and ever since, he’s called me Punkin. I never had no problem keeping up with all of my different names. Momma called me Cup. Daddy called me Punkin. Everybody else called me Vette. “Hi, Daddy!” “Punkin, what’s going on?!” “Momma’s dead!” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I’m sure!” We were screaming at each other because the radio was still blasting. I’d never turned it off. “Call the police, I’ll be right there!” he yelled before slamming down the phone. I didn’t call the police. Somehow I knew that once they came they’d take Momma away and I’d never see her again. So instead, I went back to her, scooted my little body under hers so I could put her head in my lap, and began singing our favorite song: “Chain of Fools” by Aretha Franklin. We used to play that song as we sang and danced around the house. In fact, we had just been dancing to it and singing it the night before. I hadn’t known then that that would be our good-bye party. It was then I began to cry. And that’s how Daddy found me a half hour later: sitting on the floor with Momma’s head in my lap, stroking her hair and, through my tears, singing “Chain of Fools.”

Bookclub Guide

There are shelves of memoirs about overcoming the death of a parent, childhood abuse, rape, drug addiction, miscarriage, alcoholism, hustling, gangbanging, near-death injuries, drug dealing, prostitution, or homelessness. Cupcake Brown survived all these things before she’d even turned twenty. And that’s when things got interesting... You have before you the strange, heart-wrenching, and exhilarating tale of a woman named Cupcake. It begins as the story of a girl orphaned twice over, once by the death of her mother and then again by a child welfare system that separated her from her stepfather and put her into the hands of an epically sadistic foster parent. But there comes a point in her preteen years—maybe it’s the night she first tries to run away and is exposed to drugs, alcohol, and sex all at once—when Cupcake’s story shifts from a tear-jerking tragedy to a dark comic blues opera. As Cupcake’s troubles grow, so do her voice and spirit. Her gut-punch sense of humor and eye for the absurd, along with her outsized will, carry her through a fateful series of events that could easily have left her dead. Young Cupcake learned to survive by turning tricks, downing hard liquor, partying like a rock star, and ingesting every drug she could find while hitchhiking up and down the California coast. She stumbled into gangbanging, drug dealing, hustling, prostitution, theft, and, eventually, the best scam of all: a series of 9-to-5 jobs. But Cupcake’s unlikely tour through the cubicle world was paralleled by a quickening descent into the nightmare of crack cocaine use, till she eventually found herself living behind a Dumpster. Astonishingly, she turned it around. With the help of a cobbled together family of eccentric fellow addicts and “angels”—a series of friends and strangers who came to her aid at pivotalmoments—she slowly transformed her life from the inside out. A Piece of Cake is unlike any memoir you’ll ever read. Moving and almost transgressive in its frankness, it is a relentlessly gripping tale of a resilient spirit who took on the worst of contemporary urban life and survived it with a furious wit and unyielding determination. Cupcake Brown is a dynamic and utterly original storyteller who will guide you on the most satisfying, startlingly funny, and genuinely affecting tour through hell you’ll ever take.1. How do you think Cupcake and Larry’s trail through the foster care system would have been different if they’d been close? Do you think it would have helped either of them later in life?2. On page 10 Cupcake says, “That was one thing about me. I didn’t have many people in my life, but those I had I loved fiercely.” Do you think this changed as she moved through the foster care system, and then on to drugs, drinking, et cetera? Why or why not?3. Discuss the adult figures Cupcake had in her life while she was growing up–Daddy, Jr., Mr. Burns, Diane Dobson. With these role models, could she have found a better way out of her situation than turning to drugs and alcohol?4. Why do you think Cupcake was so easily swayed by the thinking that “nothing comes for free”? How did she make the leap from applying this thought to material items and food to less concrete realities like love and acceptance?5. Do you think Cupcake would have changed her ways earlier if she had been able to complete her first pregnancy? Or like Kelly, would the partying, drinking, and drugs have won out over a child? Do you think having someone to look after the baby for her would have influenced her either way?6. Why do you think Cupcake had several abortions after her first lost pregnancy? Was it simply a matter of wanting to live a fast life, or do you think she was afraid to let herself love and be responsible for another person?7. Cupcake finally admits to not liking herself, and begins the long road to developing self-acceptance, self-worth, and self-love. Have you ever struggled with your self-image or self-worth? If so, did Cupcake’s story help you in any way?8. On page 308, the cop “Preacher” says to Cupcake, “Now don’t get me wrong. Nobody belongs out here. But some people . . . well, they need to be here. They don’t want anything better for themselves. They’re too far gone. They don’t want to come back.” What do you think “Preacher” saw about Cupcake that convinced him she wasn’t one of the people who “don’t want to come back”? Do you think Cupcake began to listen to him at this point?9. On page 326, Cupcake says, “I’d quit talking to Daddy and Jr. because all we did was argue: they fussed about how I was fucking up my life, and I wanted to know if they had any money I could borrow. In my mind, unless they had money to give, we had nothing to talk about.” Discuss the similarities between Cupcake’s attitude here and Mr. Burns’s attitude toward the life insurance money. Do you think Cupcake realized the similarities? Do you think she would have changed her ways if she did?10. Compare and contrast the roles that Fly and Larry played in Cupcake’s life. Why do you think she allowed Fly to be more of a brother to her than Larry? Did it have to do with their gang participation?11. On page 411, Venita asks Cupcake if she ever grieved for her mother. Do you think Cupcake could have avoided her addictions and problems if someone had taken the time to ask this and help her through the stages of grief?12. Discuss the inspirational qualities of a story like Cupcake’s. Has her story influenced you to make any changes in your own life?