Home is Where You’re Loved

I’ve heard the saying, “Home is where you hang your hat.” In my case, it would be more accurate to say home is where you hang your helmet, your bat bag, your chlorine scented swim suit, your CrossFit bag or any variety of sports equipment that is unloaded from the car...

A Home For Love

My grandma sits on the couch of her living room, and squints around the room. Boxes and trays are stacked precariously on various surfaces. They’re filled with gifts. Not elaborate or expensive ones; the contents of these boxes and trays make it seem more like my...

Home as a Backpack

We lost our house in November. The insulation was that of a cardboard box with holes poked through and the window panes were welcome mats for intruding bugs and insects. Hot running water had been as extinct from the pipes as a dishwasher in the kitchen. Structurally...