I Lived Here Once

We had moved from the rented house in the city—a trinity of three miniature rooms piled high. Come to Glenside, a place I'd never heard of, following a six-month search for something freelance dollars could buy. It was a gray house with worn carpets. It became bright blue and yellow and red, and those were the days when the mail men brought me my writing news. All those passed over short stories returned. Those rare, few yeses that became more yeses over time—short stories with homes in ...