The Lonely House
We made a decision to take our sabbatical near Kathleen’s parents. The house was lovely, it had a pool, it was on a canal. It was the textbook “move to Florida” home. It was the first place we had lived where we got to meet and know almost no neighbors. Even out walking the dog didn’t help us much. We don’t have a good explanation for it–just the lonely feelings. (Punta Gorda, Florida, 2015)














