I Don’t Know You But I Don’t Like You
We had moved into a new neighborhood in West Virginia several years ago. We had bought a nice two story brick home and a backyard full of trees. We were excited to have moved closer to the job my husband, Jeff, had transferred to. We didn’t know what we were in for.
I had a couple of garage sales, usually one in the fall and another in the spring. I thought nothing of it. It was a way to get rid of stuff the kids had outgrown and have money to shop for them again. (more…)


