An antique in a fast-paced Ikea world

I looked up from my desk and my math homework. My father had called from our kitchen and asked me to help him carry something to the basement. I was annoyed, but it wasn't like I was making any progress completing my homework. I had been staring at the same calculus problem for the past... Continue Reading →

Making a home a home: A fight over furniture & craftmanship

I turned the Phillips head screwdriver and I could hear my father in the back of my head. He would’ve hated the cheap feel of the table. He would have questioned if I had picked up anything that he had taught me. When my father was alive, he used to restore antique furniture. He would... Continue Reading →

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