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How Working Behind a Cold Cut Counter Revealed my Inner Soul

I am a Heartless Wretch

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I’m not sure Saturday jobs exist anymore. They used to be highly desirable, almost a rite of passage for a teenager, particularly if you came from a poor family and hankered after a decent pair of jeans or a bottle of blue nail polish.




Move over Millenials, we Baby Boomers are writing about our life experiences! We’re not grumpy old buggers, we’re extremely wise thirty-something-year-olds rebounding online. Boomerangs share life lessons about recovering our power, money, relationships, health, and self-worth.

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Michelle Scorziello

Michelle Scorziello

I am a special needs teacher who loves to read and write.

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