I Left My Family’s House Bare Before My Sister Could Steal It

for the second time, my mother’s bookkeeping jobs had dried up because QuickBooks changed and she hated learning anything new, and they were pulling equity on a house that had no equity left to pull. I was living in Cleveland then, renting a one-bedroom over a dry cleaner that made all my sweaters smell like hot pennies. My job was good. Boring. Good continue reading …