I’m 46, and for nearly two years, I’ve lived in a house that feels more like a mausoleum than a home. It’s silent, except for the occasional hum of the refrigerator or the distant sound of traffic on the street outside.Continue reading…
I’m 46, and for nearly two years, I’ve lived in a house that feels more like a mausoleum than a home. It’s silent, except for the occasional hum of the refrigerator or the distant sound of traffic on the street outside.Continue reading…