Growing up in Spartanburg, SC, my family spent weeks each summer in Myrtle Beach. We’d pile into my parents’ brown station wagon and drive 5 hours to my grandparents’ 2-bedroom condo on the beach. My memories from those vacations are priceless. Juicy S.C. peaches and Capri Suns in the cooler. Bugles from the … A Lesson on Boundaries from an Unexpected Source Read More »
