When I was a young girl growing up in Paradise Lakes in southern New Jersey, my Ma did my hair on the weekends. During the spring and summer months we’d sit outside on the grass in our yard; I would sit in between her legs, facing out to a beautifully tree-rimmed lake. It was on this lake that my father built our home.
We had a very big family and our ho…
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