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Month: March 2016

Posted on:March 30, 2016March 30, 2016books Uncategorized

On Evicted: Poverty and Profit in the American City

As unreliable as memory can be, some things never leave you. When my mother and I were locked out of apartments and houses when I was a little girl, I do not remember the times or the dates, but I remember loss. I remember my favorite pink bunny sweater, the one with miniature white bunnies with […]

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