In a series of short interlinked prose vignettes, Sherril Jaffe explores the multiple meanings of "home": an inner space, spiritual extension of ourselves; a place of shelter and protection from an impermanent world; a potential storehouse of profound affective memories.
“Later, when we were sitting in the funeral home listening to the eulogies, it occurred to me that Ida was not exactly the person I had been thinking she was. I had thought of her as an old woman at the end of her life, but now that she was dead I could see that this was only one aspect of who she was. She had once been a baby, and a girl, and then a woman in middle years. Now that she was no longer present as an old woman, the other periods of her life had acquired equal weight.”