bad on money matters

When I was about 12 one of my brother's "friends" broke into our house and stole a bunch of stuff. My father was in his bedroom sleeping, it was in the afternoon. He took my moneychanger--one of those clever contraptions that sorts coins. I had about 10 dollars worth of change in there. I felt … Continue reading bad on money matters →

To the Wall

Whats going on right now is that my young nephew --18 years old--who has been deeply troubled, is coming here around Thanksgiving time, and so is my brother, from Hawaii. They have always organized me out of things when their reunions are involved and rioght now there is no place to "put me." For his … Continue reading To the Wall →