Confessions of a reluctant renter

Confessions of a reluctant renter

Some days I’m ashamed of our house. {Sorry house} Other days I’m pretty sure our house is ashamed of me. The house and I? We have a love-hate relationship.  Some days more hate than love. You see, it’s not really my house. I’m a renter. There, I said it. I’m a...
In between hello and good bye

In between hello and good bye

I’ve spent hundreds of hours of my life in airports. And I still contend there is something magical about them. They sweep us up and out of ourselves; a moment of complete suspension, between one reality and another. And we see more reflected in the windows than...