I am a late bloomer. A late, late bloomer. By the end of high school, my statistics in the romance department were deplorable…
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I got a call from a family — one of my regular baby-sitting gigs. They paid well and had good food…
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A few months after my 16th birthday, my dad gave me a choice: Find a full-time job or work all summer as his slave…
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