They Said My House Was No Longer Mine—I Let Them Believe It

my grandfather always liked—a color my grandmother called “morning ocean,” somewhere between sky and water. I’ve made the house mine in small ways and large ones—new curtains in the kitchen that let in more light, a bookshelf in the living room built from reclaimed wood I found at a salvage yard, a better desk in what’s now my office, positioned so continue reading …