December 19, 2021
One year after my Dad started his steep decline into dementia, Mom is now repeating what he used to say, almost word for word. “Where am I? I want to go home. This isn’t my home.” Early this morning, the maintenance guys at her complex called me. They found Mom scratching “anyone ever home?” on […]
Read More →August 22, 2018
I’ve lived a lot of places. Each time, I’ve come as an outsider and had to shoulder my way in. Each time, I’ve found people to love, reasons to like the place, but always, I remained Other. Never one of Them. There is only one place in the world where I am one of Them. […]
Read More →June 28, 2018
Many people claim the best part of a trip is coming home. But not me, not until recently. I love the going, the being someplace new. But the coming home? Not so much. Not usually. We’ve just returned (at 3:30 a.m.!) from a trip to the other side of the country. The two days of travel […]
Read More →May 22, 2017
I’ve been thinking about the importance of place lately. Why, you may ask. Because I’m going home. Actually, I’m going home to two homes. Are there places you love? Places you consider home, even when you don’t live there and perhaps haven’t lived there for decades? I have many. I’ve lived in places that I’ll hold dear […]
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