Saying goodbye to the American Dream

There’s life after foreclosure. I know, because I’m living it. As I sit here, surrounded by flat cardboard waiting to be taped into boxes, mounds of laundry scattered and trampled into soft carpet, garbage bags full of toy scraps, battered and ripped children’s books interspersed with black shriveled and stiff banana peels, I’m relieved. Yes, relieved....more