If The Walls of My House Could Talk
As I write this, I am sitting in the only chair left in our living room. Boxes surround me, most of which are packed and awaiting tape and a Sharpie marker label. After twenty-three years of livin...
If The Walls of My House Could Talk
As I write this, I am sitting in the only chair left in our living room. Boxes surround me, most of which are packed and awaiting tape and a Sharpie marker label. After twenty-three years of livin...