Published on Saturday, August 20, 2011 by Katherine
When I was young, I remember hearing my mother cry out, “Why isn’t anything ever my own?!” My response would be to roll my eyes. But now, I get it. To the point of crying out the same words when looking for a simple match to my own socks.
Indeed, only three days after buying my last bag of socks, ALL WERE GONE. Why isn’t anything ever my OWN!?
So now...