Exploring Our Connection to People and Place
A Shakespearean Sonnet About Doors by Ian McMillan It’s not much to ask. Just a door to lock.A door that won’t break when someone kicks it.Door with a keyhole. Respond to that knockOr not. My choice. It’s broke so let’s fix it:The world, I mean. Not the door. That’s ok.It’s my door, to my room.…
Remodeling a home as a verbal thinker Our house in Bellevue is going to need some work. Nothing structural, thank goodness. And all things considered (age of the house, having been a rental for twenty years, etc), the work is not really that much. But what we do have to do is more than either…
Some dogs want attention. Others need to feel safe. Some need a job. Athena needed love. Athena and her brother were surrendered to the local animal shelter at just a few months old. She was an anxious pup so the staff took to having her spend days in the office with them. I didn’t even…
“Because I was fifteen and generally an idiot, I thought that the feeling of home I was experiencing had to do with the car and where it was parked, instead of attributing it wholly and gratefully to my sister.” The Dutch House by Ann Patchett Home is not always a place. Sometimes home is not…
“La mia casa ė la tua casa.” I’ve been saying this quite a bit in the last week. I’m sure you know this phrase in Spanish, mi casa es tu casa: my home is your home. This is the ultimate offer of hospitality, yes? Please, regard my home as your own. Be comfortable here. Come…
“Please, just let someone else sleep with you.” I was sitting on my bed and talking to my house. Begging her, actually. A few months earlier, I had put all my personal belongings in storage and moved only some clothes, books, and essentials to Santa Barbara. What I left in my home was furniture and…
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