
Finding Home in an Interstitial Space
I knew the house was an interstitial space from which I was certain, I could find my way home.
*An excerpt from my memoir in progress, Hard to Kill.

I knew the house was an interstitial space from which I was certain, I could find my way home.
*An excerpt from my memoir in progress, Hard to Kill.

One of my earliest memories occurred when I was about two years old. My family lived near the town of Port Elgin, a small tourist destination on the shore of Lake Huron, in a two-story apartment. The apartment comprised the front half of an old farmhouse, typical of those one finds throughout southern Ontario, Canada. The farmhouse apartment had a stairway from the kitchen to the second floor. There were two steps to a small landing and about eight more steps leading to three small bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor. A window at the top of the