Pop culture provides plenty of sayings or quips about the meaning of “home.” From “there’s no place like home,” to “you can’t go home again,” and “home is where the heart is.” The first one I know comes from “The Wizard of Oz,” the others I am not sure and I will not spend the time now to research. In the end I think we each have our own interpretation and feelings about what is,…
My mother took me to get my first tattoo for my 17th birthday. The following summer I got my second tattoo after graduating from Army Basic Training. Many, many years passed before I got another. In the past year I’ve gotten three and I progressively get bolder with size and placement. People seem to be surprised by the size of my newest ink, and they are curious to know why it is what it is.…
I grew up in Northern Michigan and had an amazing childhood there. I went barefoot for the majority of my summers. I built forts, climbed trees, floated down the Pigeon River. In the winter I tobogganed, cross-country skied, fed chickadees from my hand, and had snowball fights. I went to public school, took dance and piano classes, and kissed my first boy in that state. Then I went on to high school in Pennsylvania. Winters…