When I was 16, I bolted from home, mad at my mom for not giving us the kind of life I thought we deserved. I swiped some of her jewelry, grabbed my stuff, and left a note behind. I planned to come back, but the more distance I put between us, the more shame piled up. Fast forward twelve years, driving by the old place, I figured it was time to make..

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SAD – PRAYERS FOR KURT RUSSELL!!!

OUR KIDS ACCUSED US OF SPENDING THEIR..