The egg came from my grandmother's home after she'd passed. It was wrapped in tissue paper, but already broken. The shards removed, there was no hope of a patchy glue job. A new egg would, my mom s...
The first lintel was placed today, the block that spans two walls, securing the opening – in this case, our future front door. It was an emotional moment, watching the concretizing of a portal into...
Grade is ground level. It’s the point at which you aren’t below the surface, and aren’t above. It’s a definable point, but also a malleable measure, something that can be changed with the topograph...