I Let A Homeless Man Sleep On My Couch And Came Home To A House I Barely Recognized

explained to me, memories I suspected involved more than just Miller and a botched construction site. I learned, slowly, not to press too hard on those mornings, to simply make coffee and let the silence between us do whatever work it needed to do.

I also want to say that I wasn’t a saint in all of this, whatever the story might make it sound like. continue reading …