A paean to the porch
Aug 12, 2020
2 minutes
I grew up in my grandmother’s brick home in a leafy suburb of Washington. My mother and I navigated carefully around Gommy’s knickknacks – the china figurines and flowered teacups – that filled her seafoam-green living room.
My favorite spot was her screened-in porch that ran along one side of the house. We lived in that porch from
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