In a previous post, How Being Creative Saved My Sanity, I described learning how insecure life could be when my three younger brothers and I were moved into an abandoned farm house. It was a very emotionally threatening time, and I learned recently just how much I’d blocked out the terrors I felt back then.
The pain started for me when we had to leave a…
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