We were poor when I was growing up. So poor that we depended on free lunches at school, WIC food vouchers from the government, and occasional trips to the Church welfare office to eat. But our daily struggle to survive didn’t keep my mom from stockpiling food in preparation for the end of the world, […]
It was Monday night, the once a week time-slot designated by the Mormon Church as family night. My friends’ families used the night to go bowling together or head to Baskin Robbins for some ice cream. Our time was always spent in the living room, listening to some church lesson Mom or Earl prepared from […]
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