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Many years ago, I lived with a boyfriend’s family for a time. The family and I had both made the move to New York at the same time, while the boyfriend was still in school in Colorado, and through this family I got to understand what it was like to live in a house whose front door was always open.

I was present during a few evenings the family hosted other people, although there was only one real party that I remember. The night of the party, the parents of the family gave me a tip: “When a guest walks in through the door, put a…