There were a lot of places I hated going as a kid. Chasing my dad through the isles of Home Depot was always a terrible day. If we were at the Home Depot that meant something was broken at home and dad was probably pissed off. When dad was mad he would walk fast and …
When I step foot inside a Home Depot I feel like I can’t breathe. My chest begins to tighten up, and I feel anxiety. It’s not a normal reaction, but I did not have a normal childhood. I spent summer days trailing, behind my Dad in stinky hot Home Depot. I should have spent my …