Published on Wednesday, January 9, 2013 by Katherine “IS NOTHING IN THIS HOUSE MY OWN?!” I always rolled my eyes when I heard my mom say that.  I mean, please.  She had the whole house to call her own… whatever did she mean? Now?  I KNOW. I find my things on the floor of rooms throughout the house.  My favorite dishes broken.  When I sit down with a special treat to eat, it is eyed so longingly I simply pa...