How do you mourn home when its loss is either denied or imperceptible to those who never have to think about the possibility of such a loss?
Who has the right to mourn a home?
What does it mean to love, lose, leave, or return home?
How can mourning also be an act of imagining, making visible, recreating, reconnecting with, and even celebrating home?
How can the mourning of home connect our many homes?