The most interesting thing about my book shelves isn’t the amount or types of books I’ve kept- I have stacks of book scattered around the house under beds, on desks, in the kitchen. It’s the deer head and antlers mounted just above the top row of shelves. Yes, it is real. No, I didn’t kill it. Yes, it is wearing blond hair extensions, a gold crown, and a double strand of pearls drapped around its neck. It was here when we moved in and belongs to the owners of our cottage. The couple offered to remove it; the wife is a taxidermist. I told them to leave it. It is an odd thing to have on the wall in my living room, but having lived in six states and almost twice as many homes– including one I still own in the Rocky Mountains being rented out to tenants– the deer reminds me there may be parts of me left behind in all those spaces I’ve called home.