There is something so deeply intimate about where one lays their head. It’s such a vulnerable act, as if saying “here, take this; this is my body. Do with it what you will and I hope – I hope – I will see you again on the other side.” (I wrote about “place” here.) For the better part of the last four years, this house has been my home. It has been the place where, on most days, I have... Read more