The first morning

It had a bomb shelter. And a pond with newts. I couldn’t believe we could afford it and, truth be told, was yet to be convinced.

The move in had been difficult. March 24th 1994, a beautiful spring that found our little family blooming. Evan was one and a half, an early walker and talker, and Sarah was pregnant with Megan who would be born that October. I was working as a freelance design draftsman and part time lecturer. Sarah was…



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