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In Praise of Old Fencerows
Within five years you could have a tiny piece of managed nature, in which more birds sing than you would have thought possible
Cleaning an Empty Home
There is not a lot of time for sentimentality when you’re in the final week of madly preparing to list your empty, but very much “lived-in,” house
Places That Remember Themselves: The Erosion of Memory in an Unmoored World
There are still places that remember themselves. Whose inhabitants know them intimately and love them deeply.
Writing Exile and Reading Homeward
Here, then, is my homecoming of the imagination: to hold the past bright in memory, and to love also the saplings and the weeds of my exile.
The Maps of Our Lives Point Homeward
Older and wiser, I have long learned that for all the times I wanted to visit far-away places, there is no place like home.
There’s No Place Like Home
We are desperately in need of a collective vision of what it means to love our homes.
The Writing on the Wall
The writing may still be on the wall, but a different story is being written in our block.
Boarding House at the End of the World
Zoning laws, housing codes, and a culture marked by suspicion and antisociality make it difficult to revive the boarding house, a living arrangement that once applied to nearly half of…
What’s In Your Garage?
No home but the Garden was there originally for man, once upon a very long time ago. No garage either was part of life before expulsion from Eden.
A Flat Surface Upon Which to Eat
It’s a new year, and many of us are thinking about self-improvement. This is a wonderful thing to do. We all need a bit of a tune-up now and then.…
Responding to Your Email: Better Late Than Never
It is, I realized, handy to have a proper template handy, ready to use, should my fears come true, and I discover that I really did forget to answer an…
One Homeschool Year: A Local Story in Four Seasons
One learning outcome I had in mind for this academic year was to teach all students to close the bathroom door when using the facilities. Alas, we seem to have…
The New House, The New Life
I fear that neither liberals nor most self-styled conservatives want to reexamine the habits, both economic and sexual, that have impoverished the working class, set the middle class on the…
From the Editor — Local Culture 5.1
here are many such images, as many images as there are places where good folk deep in this life perform the communal rites of place. Several of them are collected…
Bono’s Search for Home
To hear that message of tough love for which he seems to be yearning, those who represent the church to Bono will have to have the courage to break through…
Selling 3301
Today, many in our society seem to want change for its own sake. I hope a different spirit continues among those neighbors and the street remains a neighborhood as it…
Home, Revisited
The pandemic has provided an opportunity to recenter our lives around home and family
More than a Step on the Boss Man’s Ladder
If Dolly Parton left the Smoky Mountains, it seems to have been on a hero’s journey that Joseph Campbell would have recognized. She came back, bearing gifts.
I Hear Kentucky Singing
Whatever our color or life or place of origin, we can all sing of our longing for home, our love of the natural world, our delight in children, and our…
Pilgrims Longing for Home
As someone who appreciates the value of place, rootedness, and limitations on my horizon of vision, I’m afflicted with deep sense of unease as to the nature of my own…
Good Night, Sweet Babe Magnet
It's as if two men are talking fondly about a woman both of them were once married to.
And Then Came the Chickens, Part Two: A Dispatch from Dumb-Ass Acres
“Bawk-bawk be-gehk!” she cries, and I know just where she’s coming from.
And Then Came The Chickens—After the Bobcat: A Dispatch
Heaven favored me with three successive clement weekends.
A Place Called Home – Even When You’re Young
Since posting "A Place Called Home" we have learned of the passing of Otto Warmbier. Just as home is the place where absence is felt most durably, so home is…