True story. I cooked, cleaned & paid bills in my daughter’s house. She said, “If you can’t work, what’s the point of you being here?”

not a small thing.

I said I would think about it, and I did for about 3 days, and then I called her back and said yes.

I gave up my apartment. I put most of my furniture in storage. I kept two boxes of things I couldn’t part with, and I drove 4 hours north to Lauren and Craig’s house in the suburb outside of Cleveland.

I moved into their spare bedroom continue reading …