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Nooks and Crannies

My kids still talk about our house back in Illinois: the house with the crawl spaces.

We were only the second owners when we bought it in 2000. 1,004 more words


It's Where I Perfected My Pie Crust

I wonder how many times I tried to climb the old maple tree next to the sidewalk.

I never fell out. I jumped from its bottom floor into piles of leaves, piles we’d just raked. 341 more words


Questing at just under 60


Images: The giant trash bins behind Alligator Jungle; The Bridge of Lions at grey dusk; traveler palm leaves brushing our second story window in Andy and Caroline’s garage apartment (that we found on Airbnb);  927 more words

Poetry And Writing

The Haunted House.

4 bedroom, 2.5 bathrooms, inground pool. Haunted. The house where I spent my childhood. The house where I learned and lived and lost and loved. The house that provided walls for my friendships and family nights and memory after memory. 1,251 more words

WordPress Writing 101 Prompt #11: Where it all began

Today’s prompt was to write about the house I grew up it. Look at me, writing a personal post two days in a row! It was interesting to see what details and memories have stayed with me the most about a house I left almost exactly fifteen years ago. 1,249 more words


The Road Back To My Childhood

Joanna Road, 25 kilometres south east from Naracoorte, South Australia.


Throwback Thursday - An Old Memory of Home

When my kids were growing up, there were so many magical times.  Mostly what I loved, is that there was an air of acceptance for all of us.  235 more words