All in Bedroom

What I loved about that room was the sound. You could always hear the water lapping on the shore, and at night, especially in the winter, I could snuggle down into the covers and listen to the water — wave after little wave breaking against the rocks.

Flush with the ceiling, stretching from wall to wall above my bed was a glass enclosed shelf. Separated into three sections, each section had two sliding glass doors. Behind the doors was my doll collection.

I had two bedrooms that I recall over the course of growing up, the first notable because it was shared with and defined by my interaction with my brother, a year younger than me, when we grew up living above my busia (grandmother in Polish) in the Brighton Park ...