Eight Stories in Eight Days: Day Six – My Grandparents

Eight Stories in Eight Days: Day Six – My Grandparents

I couldn’t write this series of eight stories without telling you about my grandparents. My grandfather was born in 1920, and my grandmother in 1925, so when the U.S. joined World War II in 1941, they were both young adults. Grandpa was hired right out of...
Eight Stories in Eight Days: Day Four – My First Job

Eight Stories in Eight Days: Day Four – My First Job

For Election Day, I’ve decided to tell the tale of my first job – as a telemarketer at the Republican National Committee in Washington, D.C. And yes, it’s as bad as you’re probably imagining. Before I start my story, I’m going to tell you...