Welcome to my Dollhouse

Pennsylvania Gazette, March/April 2013

I have a dollhouse in my living room. I can admit it.

One day, for no reason that I can remember, I decided to get it out of my mom’s storage closet and bring it back to my apartment. It weighs a ton and I don’t drive so I had to ask my sister Liz to give me a ride, but once it was at my place I could look at it a while, and after I did I started to think about fixing it up again. 

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