My Childhood Fresco

My parents sold our house from my childhood recently.  Vicky and I had visited a few weeks beforehand to gather our left-over things, reminisce, and enjoy it one last time.

It was an odd thing to walk away from something so attached to the life of my mind.  The spaces and smells which gave context and meaning to most of my growing-up experience… left vacant and somehow less meaningful.  I wondered how many treasured things I had left buried around that property, things I would never see again.

So I took something with me.

There is a patch of plastered wall in my parents’ bedroom Read more “My Childhood Fresco”

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