Where is home?
It was the most painful time of my life, but I was determined that it wouldn’t drive me down.
“Home away from home” is what I convinced myself I would experience when I walked into the Salvation Army shelter. I had brought two of my grandchildren with me to help my daughter get her act together.
For some reason, I thought that I would be able to find a job right away with all my work experience, and then quickly find housing. I had worked in a g…
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