No Room at the Inns

I bought a boat when I left my marriage, 20 years ago. It was a creaky, soggy Delta River Boat.  My kids, ages 16 and 7, and I lived on it for a year and a half. Which means two winters. The dock we were on was wobbly. It was sea worm food. Many people that lived on our dock were often struggling to get food of their own. Our lives were shaky – literally and figuratively.  The boat never had a really working bilge pump. But there was always a…

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