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When I headed for Wilmington, Delaware, I didn’t have a tire recipient lined up, so I contacted the Bishop. I was impressed that he wanted to check my references to make sure I was the real deal. These are cautious times, and as a woman traveling alone, I got where he...

Welcome back to Tire Mom! If you’ve been following the journey, you know that I was into Loop 4 when I headed for Pittsburgh, PA. I felt like I had this, you know? People were appreciative. Tire folks were helpful. I was healing from my grief. Things were bordering on...

Welcome back to Tire Mom! My Connecticut cousins were all set with their current tires, so once again I headed for the tire department at a warehouse store – after visiting the public library in Norwalk and finding my great-grandfather listed in the 1895 city...

Welcome back to Tire Mom! Imagine July 24 in Rhode Island, a place where I knew no one. Not even a friend of a friend of a friend.   But I was nothing if not resourceful by then, so I contacted a few of the Bishops of my Church, one of whom talked with the Relief...

Welcome back to Tire Mom! Imagine July 24 in Rhode Island, a place where I knew no one. Not even a friend of a friend of a friend.   But I was nothing if not resourceful by then, so I contacted a few of the Bishops of my Church, one of whom talked with the Relief...

Welcome back to Tire Mom! Just when I thought I had this tire thing down, I learned something new – in Lebanon, New Hampshire.  Candi, my Tire Mom #11, picked out her store, and we met there on a warm morning in July. The technician went out of his way to be helpful....