Did you ever have a dream-come-true-experience that you never even thought was possible? I had my dream-come-true-experience in the fall of 1995. My first semester at Mount Holyoke College.
It was a fall afternoon. Yes, my first semester as a full time student at our country’s first women’s college, an opportunity that never even existed on my radar. I was a young, single-mother, so such an opportunity did not even occur to me amidst my life of paying light and oil bills, Little League and “Monopoly,” mowing the lawn and buying groceries.
I sat in my usual chair at the mahogany table in her office. Sunlight poured through the two windows at the end of a room that felt more like a grandmother’s parlor, with two big-overstuffed, tapestry wing-chairs.
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