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?”

had shifted.

I just didn’t know yet how far it had gone.

Let me go back to the beginning because none of this makes sense without it.

My name is Dorothy. I am 67 years old. I spent 31 years as a middle school librarian in a small town in Ohio. And for most of those years, I was also doing it alone.

My husband passed when my daughter Lauren was nine and continue reading …