Recently, I have been musing on the admittedly hackneyed concept of “home,” both alone and with my Pomona peers. Growing up in a close nuclear family with strong Northern California roots, I was, until recently, able to reduce “home,” in all of its abstract incarnations, to a place, a town, a block of 1920s track houses with too-narrow driveways and small patches of lawn.
I ...
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