#poverty

My childhood home showed up for sale today and it brought up a lot of memories. The house has not been touched since I was a child. It is still gingerbread brown. The layers of mint-ice-cream-green lead paint is still peeling like flakes of white chocolate from the metal back door. The deck that ...

Charity, continuing with Letter 2: So, where did I leave off...getting old and health. Ya. Fun stuff. Let's see. Busy - I went to Accra...and honestly, I did not care for Ghana, at all. Not really at all. Wait, I did fall in love with the Jolla Rice at KFC (they have KFC and Uber…