Ordinary But Interesting
At least one would think so after my little project.
This past Sunday morning I felt compelled to make progress in transitioning my parents’ home to my home. 253 more words
1 week, 4 days
last view of my childhood home
It’s my last night in my childhood home.
I’m getting ready to sleep in the basement bedroom that my dad built for my brother in the 1970s when he needed teenage privacy. 715 more words
2 weeks, 2 days
Am I a writer yet?
When I was twelve I lived in the same house where my parents still live. It held wonders. It held anguish. I held life. My home of twelve was where my character and personality were born, bred and challenged. 489 more words
2 weeks, 4 days
Growing up, there was a bunch of kids who played in the woods behind a neighbor’s house. Though we called it “the woods”, the area really was the outer edge of the reservoir. 368 more words
2 weeks, 5 days
Sue's Simple Snippets
I read my book, unable to fall asleep in the guest bed. Vacationing far from home always managed to find me sleepless in a strange bed. 403 more words
Writing 101: Size Matters
Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? 390 more words
3 weeks, 4 days
Guess what I did yesterday?!?
I walked around the old house I grew up in, well up until the second grade. My father built it. Wiggled his nose then “poof,” there it was sitting majestically in front of the Monument. 307 more words
3 weeks, 6 days