Don’t Buy A Fixer Upper

It took me 19 years to love my house and now I may lose it.

Photo by Jacqueline Dooley

I don’t know when the ash trees died. By my estimate, it was at least eight years ago, maybe longer. That means we let them stand, dead, for nearly a decade because we could not afford to remove them.

This past spring, I finally called the town to see if there was anything they could do. Two of the trees were precariously balanced near…