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?”

my son was six. I won’t spend too long on that part because it still cost me something to say it.

But what I will tell you is that I raised both of my children by myself on a librarian’s salary in a house with a leaking roof and a furnace that gave out every other January.

We didn’t have everything, but my children had lunch every day, clean clothes continue reading …