A couple of months ago my family in LA found out they had to move. So I went home to help for a few days. Only, I surprised them: What made this move unique is that it was the last place Mom lived. The last house where we enjoyed her company, ate her cooking, and […]
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The Truth About Being an Outstanding Person
It was the middle of summer, right after the seventh grade and Mom thought I needed work to do. I did. I was bored. And the garage was full of junk so I would be the one to clean it out. There would be payment, of course: a large fries from McDonald’s.
