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
Tags » Childhood Home
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
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