I’ve tried to tell this story before. Let me try again. This time with flowers.
My mother died on Mother’s Day. It’s nearly impossible for me to comprehend, because she was my mother. Every store window was crowded with flowers and mother-daughter bullshit, and my to-do list still said pick up flowers after she was dead.
The Magic of the Granny Flat
Since around 2010, the city has been encouraging the development of such accessory dwelling units, or A.D.U.s — modest living spaces (800 square...
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