My Only Real Job is Endless, Unpaid, and Completely Worthwhile

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The first job training I ever had took place in my great-grandmother’s living room. I was 8-years-old.

Crocheting blankets for newborn babies has been a tradition in my family long before I came along. I was brought home from the hospital…




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