It’s 6:30 AM. I’m sitting alone in my kitchen. MacBook open, coffee steaming in my favorite mug. The whole house is asleep. It’s just me and this house. This house. This house is not my friend. We live in the house that my husband grew up in. He bought it off his mom many years … Continue reading This House
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