Reflections on my Mom's Journey: From Childhood Struggles to Lasting Lessons
Growing up, my earliest memories are of the time after my parents’ divorce when I was around five-six years old. My mom and I moved in with my grandmother in a quaint house on the waterfront in Stonington, Connecticut. It was a magical place to grow up, with my own little boat to row out for crabbing, clamming, and fishing adventures. We lived in my grandmothers house that she bought with her…
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