My Camera Alert Showed My Sister Moving Into My House Without Permission

did not throw it away; I gave it to someone who might actually use it.

The porch swing is gone.

In its place: a bench from a flea market in Waldo that Pam insisted on one Sunday afternoon because she said I needed to touch grass and stop thinking like a lawyer. Green paint, slightly uneven, the left leg shorter than the right. I bought it because it continue reading …