Books from Childhood

I never really imagined myself sleeping at my parents’ house, essentially homeless, at the age of 35, but here we are. My husband and I moved from Phoenix to Philadelphia and are waiting for an apartment in the city. My parents’ house is a comfortable living situation as the entire upper floor belongs to us at the moment. The greatest joy of being back is the shelves and shelves of books that decorate the house. My mom is an avid reader and has…