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Within Four Walls


I currently sit in a home that is not mine, but my mothers, just outside of the town where i was raised, biding my time until my next moving adventure carries me to North Carolina for work.   1,142 more words

Welcome!  First off, I would like to thank you for taking the time to visit this blog.  This platform was created to document recent events in my life which include, but are not limited to, the decision to leave my marriage at age 51, the revelation that there really is no better time than right now to fulfill your life’s dreams, and the privilege of moving into my childhood home to help my 90-year-old father after the loss of my mother in 2009.

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The tree

I’m living with my parents in our old house from my childhood. In my dreams, I’m here a lot.

During a storm, I hear a loud bang, and a giant branch from a tree falls onto the roof. 304 more words


Saying Goodbye

Today was the last day I will spend at my childhood home. The past couple days have been filled with lots of packing, lots of boxes, and somewhere in there I managed to squeeze in my workouts. 539 more words

Key to my Childhood

Ever wonder how different your childhood would be if you had lived somewhere else?

I couldn’t imagine growing up in any other place.

I grew up in a big white farm house in the country. 112 more words

The Home on Leland Ave.

This is what I remember of my childhood home.

The long, rocky, gravel driveway we would run up and down leading to the remains of the garage that once was… 379 more words