The Guest House was created for anyone vulnerable and tatty by way of the daily commute and morning alarm. It was born out of my desires to write and to know others, to celebrate introspection, to express my curiosity, and to be reminded that we’re not alone. I want to know how you’re doing, what life is like in your corner. My hope is that in this house we can make sense of our own lives through the stories of others.
Enjoy the grit and glory of interviews, stories, and photos from a prism of visitors courageous enough to be vulnerable before us. I hope you let their vulnerability cradle your own, and in their stories and yours, I hope you feel at home.