Dr. Author

 / by Dr Margaret Aranda /

In the early 70’s, it was okay to go door-to-door selling a plate packed with cupcakes.  We sold them for 5 cents each.

age8centsI didn’t think we needed the money. Or, did we? Why, oh why are we selling cupcakes?

I’m so confused.

By now, I realized that many things in life were confusing to me.

I tried to  figure them out. I tried and tried.

I strained.

I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t figure things out.

…but with six girls and one boy, maybe my Mom just wanted us to do something productive. Like, get out of the house. I don’t know how this thought got into my brain.
My older sister stayed home (I have no idea how she managed that one, but she always seemed to leave when times got tough). I was left with Martha and Louise. That was a harbinger of things…

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