The Life of a Home

My home is unlike any other. My family started building it when I was about seven years old and we’re still working on it. Dad, the engineer, had a dream and because nothing can stop him when he puts his mind to something, he went for it. He and my mother designed it...

None like Mine

“Here we go. Breathe. Prepare. Brace yourself”, and with that I enter. Instantly every part of my being is overwhelmed. Between the laughter and yelling, I am left to wonder how so many loved ones could cram into this humble space? The air is electrified with the...

My Birkenstocks and Fuzzy Socks

I believe in Birkenstocks, chicken noodle soup, toaster ovens, and the feel of a sweatshirt just warm out of the dryer. I believe in holiday-themed fuzzy socks, the hum of a small room’s space heater, and I believe in the soothing rhythm of rain pattering against my...