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The Kitchen Pipes Are Drunk

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


Travel tip #108...Know when to say goodbye

last view of my childhood home

tangible memories

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


Home, home in the suburbs

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

Writing 101

A Different Perspective = A Treasure Found

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

This & That

Flash Fiction Friday - The Painting

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

Flash Fiction

My twelve-year-old home

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

Vivian Choi


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