My childhood lives on a small plot of land in the block between Gladstone Avenue and Meridian Street. Our house sits on her foundation there and smells of lemon, bacon, and a rainy day. Two bedrooms and one bath seems perfectly fine to me and our family of four will live in this little white house with the gravel drive for eleven years. I want to tell you about it, about the joys and the fears and how it all comes back around. I’m a little nervous and a lot thankful to be telling the story at Ann’s place today. Join me at A Holy Experience?
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