Commentary
I live on land with my husband, my brother and his wife and their children, alongside my brother-in-law, my husband’s cousin, and my uncle—my father’s brother. We are all building something together, with a steady rhythm of people coming and going through this place we’re creating. The kids run wild together, like a feral pack, free in a way that feels increasingly rare, and the days carry a sense of shared purpose that is hard to replicate in a more fragmented life.
