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The House I grew up in.

Even now, in my dreams, I go back to the house where I spent my childhood. The house and the garden are etched so deeply in my memory that I wander the house frequently in my mind. 400 more words

Writing 101

Song of the Week: Jambar - A House is a Home (Ben Harper Cover)

To kick off the inauguration of “Song of the Week”, Ambar and I decided to tackle something a little sentimental.

When I first heard “A House is a Home” 169 more words

A House Is A Home

Block Baby

I wanted to be a Laurel. Marina. Violet. Someday I will hand her all the tattered novels and tell her, “This is why I called you Iris.”

Letting Time Pass

Plums.

When I was six, my parents decided that it would be a good idea to let me pick what color to paint my bedroom in our new house. 718 more words

Life

Bidding Farewell

Yesterday keys exchanged hands and now someone else calls the place his own. As I surveyed the property of my childhood home — the home my mother lived in for more than 55 years — one last time it was surprising to feel not so much sadness and loss but rather relief. 455 more words

Family

What's Home?

I’ve spent the last 27 years living in the same place called Austin, Texas. In May of this year, my family sold my big 3500 sq. 607 more words

Spain

childhood home

Back in May I was over in Germany for a few visits and family functions. While I was there I stayed a few nights with my godmother in the house I lived in as a child. 72 more words

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