There is a house on Colonial Heights with a postage-stamp-sized front yard. The hedges that lined the sidewalk, the garden in the corner with its portulacas and hens and chicks, and the shade from the trees with the low-hanging branches seemed to create their own little oasis, in my eight year old mind. The closed-in … Continue reading The House on Colonial Heights
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The House on Villa Street
I grew up in a house that wasn't on an actual street, that didn't used to be an actual house. My grandmother was my closest neighbor, and two families of aunts, uncles, and cousins lived down the hill on adjacent properties. I grew up hearing the trains … Continue reading The House on Villa Street
Gretchen L. Mulroy 