My dad smoked three packs of unfiltered cigarettes a day. Ashtrays were filled with squashed butts, walls were yellowed and everything smelled like smoke. Newspapers were kept in stacks for months, not because we recycled, but because they might serve some purpose in the future. He did the same with anything and everything plastic. MargarineContinue reading “Vacuuming Firewood”
Confessions of a Target Mom 