An Anniversary Celebration In The House They Forgot Who Restored

I’d love to know.

Now, let me take you back three years, to the day I received a project that would change everything.

Part One: The Invisible Daughter

I grew up in the Owens household just outside Boston—a family that looked perfect in every Christmas card they sent out. Upper-middle-class, country club membership, the kind of people who measured success continue reading …