Yesterday, a piece of my house came off in my hands.
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Meghan Daum
Meghan Daum (born 1970 in California) is an American author, essayist, and journalist. 2Childhood and education Although she was born in California, Daum grew up in Austin, Texas and Ridgewood, New Jersey. She received her bachelor's degree from Vassar College and her Master of Fine Arts degree from Columbia University. 2Career Daum spent much of her twenties in New York City. In 1999, she moved to Lincoln, Nebraska, and the experience became the catalyst for her 2003 novel The Quality of Life Report, which follows the life and times of an ambitious young television journalist who trades New York for the fictional town of Prairie City and explores themes of social class in America as well as the contradictions of the "simplicity movement." She is also the author of two collections of essays, My Misspent Youth and The Unspeakable: And Other Subjects of Discussion, which was named as a top 10 books of the year by Slate and Entertainment Weekly. It won the 2015 PEN CENTER USA Literary Award for Creative Nonfiction. Her work has appeared in the pages of The New Yorker, The New York Times Magazine, The Atlantic, Vogue, GQ, Harper's and elsewhere . Daum lives in Los Angeles, California and New York City. She has been an opinion columnist for the Los Angeles Times since 2005. She is a member of the adjunct faculty in the writing division of the School of the Arts at Columbia Universit
I think I can safely say that the highlight of the relationship was the eight or so seconds it took him to walk through my front door for the first time and behold the awesomeness of my taste and self-sufficiency (and he liked the place; he really, really liked it!). In one perfect moment, the house…
More than just shelter for ourselves and for our loved ones, more than just 'the biggest purchase you'll ever make,' a house is a repository for every piece of baggage we've ever carried. Our homes protect us from the outside world, show off our taste, and accommodate our stuff. Perhaps above all,…
When I think back on the places I've lived, I now wonder this: I wonder if the real measure of 'home' is the degree to which you can leave it alone.