Originally posted on Myths of the Mirror: The horror on my mother’s face earned her a compromise, and I hauled my keepsakes into her attic. The rest I sold or trashed—all my belongings, from my gabled home and rusted car to my laptop and half-squeezed tube of toothpaste. Then I emptied my bank account and donated…
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Thank you once again, Diedre for sharing Diana’s post.