Sublime

a place somewhere in time rather than space, where a woman feels of one piece. Home is where a thought or feeling can be sustained instead of being interrupted or torn away from us because something else is demanding our time and attention. And through the ages women have found myriad ways to have this, make this for themselves, even when their dut

The following principles will help you to find the time you’re losing—and to begin shaping your own life. You must wake up your Managing Editor and ask him to make a deal with your Continent of Reason: “I’m going to spend one hour—no more, no less—every day working on my writing and you can take a break during that hour.” Your deal with the Contine

Thinking now of how closely I have guarded my shared domestic territories, I fear I might not ever be able to give an inch should I want to share a home again. A wall for a partner’s record collection. A bike in the hall. A plant I find ugly. A rite of passage – we’re moving in together – feels remote not just because I’m single, but because I’m un

Except for the bed—almost certain death for a freelancer—it was a perfect writer’s space, suspended above the hubbub, with a view across fields and privet hedges in every direction.

Max’s home was tiny, but every single wall — every one — was lined with shelves that held trinkets and tools and art and sculptures and little strange whirring metal things. One shelf was devoted completely to what looked to be a very wide variety of sizes, shapes, colors and types of wine bottles. Four different rugs covered the floor, all overlap