I’ve always loved singing. I often tell people this, but sometimes it feels like they don’t quite understand what I’m saying. They agree, because don’t the majority of us enjoy music in some way or other? Babies love to hear lullabies, and toddlers jam out with percussion on pots and pans. Kids bond over campfire…
Category: Home
Dinner Plans
Over the last year, my partner and I have gone the full gamut of considerations re: where we want to live as a couple. We started last year with buying land and working with an architect on designing a new home, only to discover that housing materials costs were rising so quickly that it made…
Trappings
Something I’ve come to realize through (lots of) therapy: my childhood was defined almost entirely by the house I grew up in. I suppose that’s not that surprising of a concept. It’s most likely a recurring theme, maybe even one of the simplest ones a therapist can look out for. Still, I spent my formative…
Where You Lay Your Head
Last week, I asked some online friends to tell me what they thought of when they heard the word home. I was curious what the answers might be, and wondered if there would be a wide variety of ways that people interpreted the concept. I was pretty surprised when multiple people said that the word…
Haunted
I’ve been thinking about how when someone doesn’t have a house, society often uses the word “homeless” to describe them. Thankfully, we have started to move away from saying “homeless,” instead using the word “houseless.” The latter is a much better description, because it’s entirely possible for someone to not have a house, but still…
Down The Road
Last night, a powerful tornado ripped through a neighborhood less than two miles away from where I live. About thirty minutes prior, a tornado warning alarm had gone off on my phone. While I was a tad worried, I thought, “What are the odds?” I had already cleared any potential projectiles from my yard earlier…
Rings On Her Fingers, Bells On Her Toes
As a child, one my favorite comfy pastimes was to lie in my bed, reading aloud to my cat, Amos. She (yes, Amos was a lady) was my best friend, and she would listen patiently for hours as I stumbled my way through my favorite books with her. My favorite book contained a collection of…
Compass & Quill 