David Litt

Joined June 2025

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The Shoes by the Door
By our front door, there’s always a line of shoes. Muddy sneakers from soccer practice. Worn work boots. Tiny sandals with Velcro straps. It’s never neat—shoes are scattered and mismatched, sometimes piled two deep.
By David Litt4 months ago in Families
The Quiet Garage
The garage in our house isn’t much to look at. The floor is cracked, the shelves are cluttered, and the door creaks every time it opens. But for years, it’s been the place where everyday life happens—fixing bikes, sorting holiday decorations, and storing boxes we swear we’ll organize “someday.”
By David Litt4 months ago in Families
The Kitchen Window
There’s a wide kitchen window above our sink that looks out onto the backyard. It’s where I’ve stood countless times—washing dishes, brewing coffee, or just watching the kids play.
By David Litt4 months ago in Families
The Calendar on the Wall
There’s a calendar hanging on the wall in our kitchen. It’s nothing fancy—just one of those free ones you get from the grocery store, with bright pictures of landscapes.
By David Litt4 months ago in Families
The Empty Swing
There’s an old swing set in the corner of our backyard. The paint has chipped, the chains squeak when the wind blows, and the wooden seat is faded from years of sun. But it’s where my kids have spent countless afternoons—pushing each other higher, laughing, and shouting for me to watch as they soared toward the sky.
By David Litt4 months ago in Families
The Bedroom Walls
The walls in our bedroom are painted a soft gray. When we moved in, I picked the color because I wanted something calm and timeless. Over the years, those walls became witnesses to so much: whispered late-night talks, arguments, reconciliations, and quiet moments of peace.
By David Litt4 months ago in Families
The Sound of Laughter
It was a Saturday afternoon, and the house was unusually quiet. My kids were playing in their rooms, my husband was working in the garage, and I was sitting at the kitchen table, sorting through a stack of unopened mail.
By David Litt4 months ago in Families
The Room at the Top of the Stairs
At the top of the stairs in our home, there’s a little room with a slanted ceiling and a single window that overlooks the backyard. It’s nothing fancy—just a small space we turned into a playroom for the kids.
By David Litt4 months ago in Families
The Front Porch Light
There’s a little light above our front porch. I’ve always kept it on at night—not just for safety, but because I like the way it makes our house feel warm and welcoming.
By David Litt4 months ago in Families
The Kitchen Table
There’s a dent on the edge of our kitchen table from the time my son dropped his toy truck too hard. Every time I see it, I smile a little—it’s one of those imperfections that holds a memory.
By David Litt4 months ago in Families
The Shoes by the Door
There’s a row of shoes lined up by the front door. Tiny sneakers, worn boots, a pair of running shoes with scuffed soles. It’s an ordinary sight—one I used to walk past without noticing.
By David Litt5 months ago in Families
The Photo on the Fridge
There’s a faded photograph on our fridge door. It was taken the first summer we moved into this house. We’re standing on the front porch, smiling awkwardly, holding the keys in one hand and waving with the other. Back then, we couldn’t believe we owned a place of our own.
By David Litt5 months ago in Families