My Family Skipped My “Pointless” Award—Then Watched It Live From a Restaurant TV

realize you’re not the main character. Our house in Portland was a two-story, faded-blue place with a porch my father swore he’d repaint every summer and never did. From the outside we were unremarkable—mother a school counselor, father an accountant, two daughters, one golden retriever that shed enough fur to construct a second animal on a weekly continue reading …