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5 top tips for boosting your income

If you are looking for extra ways of making money, then the good news is there are some things you can do. There’s no sure-fire way to get rich quick, but there are ways that you could earn a little bit more cash.

Here are 5 top…

Different Styles And Types Of Furniture To Try For Your Home

Everybody has a dream to buy a house for their own and design it as per their choice which pleases them as well their loved ones. Whether it is an apartment, two storeyed villa or tenement people always are keen to design it and make it more attractive and…

Fun Repurposing Projects for Those Old Blinds

No room is complete without the right blinds! But, that doesn’t mean the same set of blinds will look right at home in your living room until the end…

I am a child of divorce. I wasn’t little when my parents divorced, so there was no custody fight, parenting plan, or alternating weekends. I was 40 years old. I can’t remember how I found out...whether it was by phone or in person...and I can’t remember which parent told me. The details aren’t important.

What I do remember was being a sophomore in high school. It was a Saturday night and my mom made a special dinner for the family...steak. After dinner, we all sat around watching TV, my brother and I oblivious to the bomb that was about to explode. I remember wanting to run away to my room, but I stayed sitting and tried to stop the tears from flowing.


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