I’ve been just a teeny weeny bit excited about taking my class to see the US Citizenship Naturalization Ceremony at our Public Library this week. Maybe you saw me mention it once or twice? For me, being born and raised in the states, America always has been home. I’m sure there is much I take…
Tag: Home
Walking and finding our way home.
Sometimes taking a walk around the block brings you back to center, right where you belong. First you walk away, down streets that lead to town and then on dirt paths that lead you farther away from where you began. Eventually, if you’re lucky, the path leads you back up to streets you recognize, a…
Did you move away from home? Did you go back? (Write Every Day #11)
Before you read this post, take a look at this article about “Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay.” I was one of those who left. Packed up, headed out. Across the country. Away from my hometown, which was more suburban than rural, but I am a late Boomer. It’s kind of what we did. It…
HOME: Life is a Blur Sometimes
I was just going through the pictures on my camera when this one of our dog, Toby, caught my eye. This is what happens when we’re home in the mountains — Toby becomes a puppy again, tearing after jackrabbits, deer, and squirrels. He becomes a blur, not unlike life when you’re raising two teens.
Barbara Ganias Comstock 