06/01/2026
Chasing Quarters, Cultivating Lives
“I didn’t wait for work to find me, either; I actively hunted it down. When I was just six or seven years old, I marched over to our northern neighbor, Mrs. Stroh, and brazenly asked for a paid position. Her property spanned ten acres of beautiful, sprawling gardens, and it became my very first introduction to professional horticulture. For the promised sum of two shiny quarters, I told her I would w**d her beds. Never mind the minor detail that I had absolutely no idea what the difference was between a w**d and a flower. I simply pulled things out until the dirt looked tidier than when I started.”
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