“It Was Never Yours,” My Mother Said — Then the County Recorder Pulled Up the Deed

the street like something ashamed of itself. Vines had claimed the entire right side, pulling at the siding in thick, twisted ropes. The porch sagged in the middle, the wood soft and discolored. One window was boarded up, another was just gone, the empty frame like a missing tooth. The roof was missing shingles in patches, and even from the street,continue reading …