About a year and a half ago my parents sold the house that I grew up in.
It wasn’t just the house that I grew up in.
It’s the house where my sister, and then many years later, my daughter, were brought home to sleep in a crib within walls that had already seen the beginnings of two other women in my family.
The house was in my family for four generations, although at one point, there was a fifth.
My childhood was spent in that little (kind of too little) Cape on a hill. I lived with my great-grandmother, … Read the rest
