Elizabeth B Hull

I had the honor to know Liz as the mother of my first flat mate after university. Dana and I moved into a beautiful one-bedroom in an old mansion that had been converted into multiple apartments. Dana and I were not natural home makers. Neither of us knew how to cook, and cleaning was purely functional and only when absolutely required. We were working during the day at unpaid internships, and waitressing at night at a texmex restaurant, from which we would steal liquor and condiments. In...