Low walls under the slanted roofline hid mysterious attic spaces. Sawed, cut-out panels, without handles or knobs, could be released without warning. In winter, their improper fit let icy, cold air ...
The day my father died, a permanent bookmark was inserted between the pages of my life. Just as “B.C.” and “A.D.” divides history, his death became the distinct demarcation in ...
We share a vacation home with another family. My husband and I are neat people. The other family is the opposite. They leave dirty dishes in the sink ...