I know about death…Our country is haunted by its dead, weighed down by loss and remembrance. — Ayelet Tsabari

The sky cracked open like an eggshell

I would wish that I was the one leaving because that would be better than being left behind

Home is collecting stories, writing them down, and retelling them. Home is writing, and it grounds, sustains, and nourishes me. Home is the page. The one place I always, always come back to.