A house is more than a house. It is the stage on which our private lives play, a repository of memory, and an enduring witness to the relentlessly ephemeral: a grandparent’s smile, a child’s exuberance, the chaotic energy of a growing family.
Read MoreA house is more than a house. It is the stage on which our private lives play, a repository of memory, and an enduring witness to the relentlessly ephemeral: a grandparent’s smile, a child’s exuberance, the chaotic energy of a growing family.
Read MoreEvery day the spider sat on the side of the box, pretending to be a kanji. He tried his legs in different positions, looking over one of his joints at the kanji for water on the box next to him. He was about the same size, though he could never mimic the breaks in the brush strokes in the stylized calligraphy.
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