She was staring out the window, looking in the distance. My mother had a tall task and she did not know where/how to start. Dad had gotten together with two partners to go independent; he had asked her to become their administrator, keeping the books, etc. With only the eight grade, she would need to get an associate degree, pass an exam, and for a job she was not sure she wanted. I was 15, with one year of high school under my belt. Math and physics were part of my curriculum: I had no idea how to approach accounting.... Read more →