The house on the top of the hill awakens. The large central window (its mouth) opens and its tongue unfurls (it’s actually the old lady...

Photo by Kayley Dlugos The sun feels warm on my back. It is once again Spring. Sitting on the rug, in a pool of sunlight, I am saying my...

THE LETTER “E” Encircled by an ocean of green, our house emerges from the treetops, ephemeral and effortlessly floating above the...