At My Father’s Funeral, My Brother Announced He Was Selling the House

years older and already a sophomore at Villanova, had received the full treatment. Not loans. Checks. Our parents paid his tuition outright, put him in an apartment near campus so he wouldn’t have to deal with dorm life, and bought him a Honda Accord for the commute. I got a list of jobs that hired eighteen-year-olds.

So I built it myself. I applied continue reading …