
I've now spent half my life living in another state other than the one I was born in. My childhood memories are confined to my visits home -- one or two times a year. I get so caught up in my daily routine at home that I rarely stop to remember some of the people and experiences that shaped my life. But I am proud of where I came from, and look forward to my visits here. And so right now I am home. My real home, the one I grew up in. I'm taking care of my mother and didn't bring my children with me. So, there is more time to remember, to … [Read more...]
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