by Kristi Robertson | Jun 27, 2022
When I think of home, I think of being comfortable. It’s where I can be myself. I can wear sweats, throw my hair in a bun, and read a book while snuggling with my dog. I feel safe in my home and thankfully, I feel secure that I have a home to come back to. During...
by Kristi Robertson | Jun 27, 2022
When my father dies, I know I won’t be able to pack up his guitars. The yellow Stratocaster, well-worn, with the home-brew label on the back featuring my baby face smeared with food; the mahogany Gibson, sleek and soft from care and use. Even the barely played black...
by Kristi Robertson | Jun 27, 2022
Bones made of beams, the flesh of wooden boards, veins of electric wires, and a skin of paint: a house is a body. But what is a frame of sinew and bones alone? It is only a wall, a curtain, a ceiling, a room, the floor. It is a collection of inanimate objects bound...
