After Adam and I lost our apartment, some very generous friends made room for us upstairs. We arrived with an air mattress and a television we propped up on a suitcase. And somehow, this is the room where I’ve begun to write my next book.

I built At Home with Val around the idea of home. Now I’m sitting in a room someone made for us, writing At Home Without a Home and trying to figure out what it means to write about home when I don’t have one of my own.

You can wait until the book comes out, of course. Or you can pull up a chair now and be part of making it with me. I’ll share pages I’m still working through and notes on what’s happening as I write them. How do you begin to heal after losing a place you thought you’d get to keep? What does starting over actually look like on an ordinary Tuesday? And what on earth comes next? I’m still in the middle of the story, darling. I’d love the company.

With love, Val