My Family Tried to Move Into My Mountain House Without Asking

through my living room. A recliner I did not own sat tilted near the entrance. My pantry had been opened, their food stacked on my shelves. My refrigerator door hung ajar, filled with things they had brought from home, crowded against my groceries as if I were not a separate person with a separate life.

I stood in the center of my living room and took continue reading …