I Saw My Signature on the Sale Papers for a House I Never Sold

was still sleepy and half the road was gravel. My grandfather did framing with two cousins and one friend from church. My grandmother painted every bedroom herself in those colors people used back then. Seafoam. Butter yellow. A pink she kept calling coral no matter what anyone said.

Then Hurricane Elena took half the roof in ’85.

They built it again.continue reading …