• I Grew Up Poor And It Served Me Well

    12 days ago - By Momtastic

    When I was in second grade we moved to Maine from California. It was the middle of December and I remember thinking I'd never seen skies that gray before. The house we were moving into had been an old bakery in the 1800s. My mom was on her hands and knees scraping dirt off the floor with a cap from my sister's baby food jar. The ceiling was leaking. There was an old cat who came with the house and he greeted me with a dead mouse.
    I remember having to stuff old clothes in a hole in the floor and we were always being reminded to close the door to a room in the back of the house. My father...
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