SELLING DAD’S HOUSE
March 5, 2023 No Comments
SELLING DAD’S HOUSE One morning in the spring of 2015, my father fell and broke his hip. Fortunately, he was in the master bathroom, so
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Brooks Kolb is a Seattle writer, artist, and a landscape architect.
SELLING DAD’S HOUSE One morning in the spring of 2015, my father fell and broke his hip. Fortunately, he was in the master bathroom, so
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