"Home is Wherever I'm With You"


Home as something we find in other people, maybe even in ourselves. Home as not just tied to places. I've always been drawn to this idea. When we lose a person, we lose a home. We are displaced, dislocated in the world.

When my father died, one of the first things I wrote was that he was my home and that, without him, I had no home. And it's true. What is a life, a house, a family without him?