My husband and I share an office—a modest rectangular room in a small condo in Boulder, which is noted for its small apartments. Here is how we each occupy our own space. His side is so clean and Zen. Martial arts certificates are in a neat row on the surface of his desk, quiet, waiting.

And this is my side -- and, to be fair, made more mad by the 1970s mirror-closet doors! Even still, I am probably hiding small birds unseen in nests made of the left-over weaving thrums or behind the pile of books I have yet to read. I know it is a mess, but I enjoy it.
