Essay: Stuck on the Staircase by Cynthia Close
Photo Source: Unsplash The dream house needed work. It was like getting to know a new lover. In the first 5 seconds of the encounter there was the zap that tells you it was worth pursuing. If the feelings were positive, mutual, and consummated, then the real work of building something could begin. We invested everything we had in that house. Before moving in you and I painted over the rainbow walls (in all nine rooms) left by the rag-tag group of previous occupants. The 1970s...