They Stole The Log Cabin My Grandfather Left Me And Learned The Deed Still Had My Name

Half of one wall had been painted a blinding, glossy shade of millennial pink, right over the hand carved pine cabinets Grandpa and I had spent an entire summer refinishing together, sanding and staining until our hands ached.

I spent the rest of that day cleaning, scrubbing, documenting. I took over two hundred photographs of the damage, the new locks,continue reading …