Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over. But it’s hard to make things when you’re afraid―or you’re certain—that they’ll just be broken.
Trying is fine. Failing is inevitable. Don’t let it devour you.
Everything happens at night.The world changes, the shadows grow, there’s secrecy and privacy in dark places. First kiss at night, by the monkey bars and the old swings that the children and their parents have vacated; second, longer kiss, by the bike stands, swirl of dust around feet in the dry summer air. Awkward words,...