It was 1965 and my family was having our first home built in a new neighborhood in Michigan. It was a small ranch house, but to me it felt like a mansion. My brother and I explored whenever our dad brought us with him to check on the progress. One day, Joe and I ate bread-butter-sugar sandwiches under the kitchen sink, before there was a kitchen sink. I remember the sensation of looking up and seeing light through the big double hole. And the feeling of coziness and settling into our new home, even before we moved in.

when I was two we
sat under the kitchen sink
looking skyward, home