How to Get Robbed. Recycled Sundays.

Having grown up in a twelve street town, I wasn’t prepared for life in the city, complete with burglars. When my husband and I moved into our first single-family dwelling we stupidly considered ourselves at no risk. The house was older than our combined ages. We owned a rusty Chevette and wore clothes from the bargain … Continue reading How to Get Robbed. Recycled Sundays.