An Anniversary Celebration In The House They Forgot Who Restored

“If you find yourself free tomorrow evening, you know where to find me.”

I thought about the oak doors I’d spent three months restoring. The chandeliers. The hand-painted wallpaper. Every corner of that building held a piece of my attention, my care, my love.

My parents had told me I wasn’t welcome there.

But that building was mine in every way that continue reading …