I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

around that house.”

“I understand.”

“No, you don’t. We’ve discussed selling this place. Your father has already planned furniture.”

“Mom, stop planning around owning the bungalow.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“I don’t know yet.”

Then I mentioned that I had stopped at a family shelter and might investigate using it through a legitimate transitional-housing continue reading …