May 1984, Wisconsin By Angela White A bucket of fried chicken set me free. Honestly, it did. Allow me to explain: it all began on Mother’s Day, back in the olden days of 1984. I was married at the time and the mother to four kids and a female dog who peed on cue whenever the doorbell rang. (Our house reeked of Pine-Sol
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