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.

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.