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When you leave

I had a normal childhood, I grew up in a happy family, and when I left home it was because I had to, not because I was dying to leave my home. 436 more words

Life Lessons

Saying Goodbye to A Town Where Time Does Not Reside, Part 1

From age 4 to 18 I lived in the type of sleepy towns you read about in books, where people don’t always lock their doors, unless of course you’re us – the only non-white family around for many years. 656 more words


Farewell to my childhood home

I couldn’t post last week because I was in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, helping my parents move. It was also my opportunity to bid farewell to the place that was home to me for a decade and I sometimes still call it home. 370 more words

Returning to My Childhood Home

I sit quietly in an eerily familiar room, now a stranger. I look around the darkened room and suddenly see the computer against the wall transform into a black keyboard. 1,053 more words

Cinderella Circa 1965

In my current streak of not finding anything that I haven’t seen a million times on cable, I have taken to watching You Tube on the smart TV feature on the television. 146 more words



A friend of mine asked me to paint a picture of the family home for his aging father. It was torn down a few years earlier after he sold the house to a developer. 178 more words