quitting


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When I was a kid, I was poor. People often don’t understand exactly the depth of what I mean when I say that, so let me clarify: VERY poor. Homeless poor. No utilities poor. In shelters poor. I was small, and helpless to do anything about it, ruled by the adults in my life. More than once, we were evicted, and my mother hid it from me because she “knew I would be upset”. SO–when […]

The Strength to Leap