The Missing Mezuzah

This is a house of stories. Although it wasn't- isn't- my dream home, my dreams have come true within its walls.Four years ago this month, I walked up the front porch steps for the very first time. We knew the owners; they were looking to sell in a rush out of town.I'd passed this house a thousand times as a little girl on my bike, pedaling hard to catch up to the big kids. I'd thrown rocks in the creek across the street, trick-or-treated here in my purple poodle skirt....more