We walk into our bedroom with a clear purpose, then stop halfway as the thought slips away. We stand there, scanning the room ...

I’m home for Christmas break, and something utterly horrifying has happened. I’m staying in my childhood bedroom, per usual, and the other night engaged in a little solo sesh. This isn’t anything new ...

Exploring how objects in my bedroom reflect important people — family, friends and memories that continue to shape who I am.