The front door is where it all began every day. Not to take anything away from my old job, but when I think of home, the day begins when I return from work. In recent years I never quite knew what I was getting into until I got there, stood in front of our door, and opened it.
Sometimes what lay within was drown out by sounds outdoors – the weather, the tree blowing in the wind, children…
You’ve heard a picture is worth a thousand words, but have you ever considered words can have infinite meaning? It’s the beauty of language; this thing our gray matter dreamed up to communicate. It’s so complex it’s a wonder we can keep it straight, and it explains why so many of us have trouble capturing its intricacies in print.
Just the words “for sale” can…
This is not a sad story.
Saying it up front kind of puts into question though, doesn’t it? Sows a little doubt maybe?
This is a story about home. It could be about your home or a friends home, but only you could write that post, or your friend. This is about scratches in the hardwood floors of a house in eastern Massachusetts, in a mysterious spiral pattern. It’s about a patch of…
No, I should really know better.
When Cheryl and I moved here from Orlando we lived with her parents until we could find a place for ourselves. For almost as long as we’ve had a place of our own, Cheryl has been keeping an eye out for a place we could share with her parents.
Every time she’s proposed a place my answer was very simple.
NO.
I’ve never wavered. Every time I’ve…