“To the New Owners of My Childhood Home,” an Excerpt from Weave Magazine

I live in a pink and green house in the suburbs of Philadelphia. Our living room is orange. Our kitchen ceiling is pink plaid. Every surface in my mother’s bedroom is purple: the rug, the bedding, the walls; she even painted her antique wood furniture lavender. It wasn’t the first house I lived in, butContinue reading ““To the New Owners of My Childhood Home,” an Excerpt from Weave Magazine”

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