I grew up in a very poor time, in a very financially strapped neighborhood, in a very large military family. I never knew that my family was poor because I kept company with kids who were of the same socio-economic class. None of us wanted for anything, but if we did, we weren’t likely to […]
Am I who I am? Am I a facsimile of who I am? Am I capable of living up to the greatest expectations of my mother? Am I?
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