What We Carry

What We Carry

At eighteen, I moved from the house I was raised into the house I bought with my nineteen-year-old husband. It was my first move ever. I packed everything I owned into a refrigerator box, thinking I was both clever and resourceful. Until the box had to be moved, of...
When the House Goes Quiet

When the House Goes Quiet

I’ve sold everything in my parents’ house. Every table, every chair, every piece they spent a lifetime planning for, saving for, fighting over and finally purchasing with pride. All of it—gone in a weekend. Sold off in bits and pieces, each item now scattered across...

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