Home
I have been trying to find a clear definition of home . It is one of those words like love or menopause that is hard to put your finger on. What is a home? I knew exactly where home was when I was a kid. Home was anyplace my mother was. If mom was there, things were good and I was home. Then, like everything else, home evolved. I became a mother and home was a place I created for my children. I took great pride in making it very clear where their home was. I tried to be there for them. I cooked and cleaned and had friends and family over for life’s big events: holidays, birthdays. I collected things: my mother’s paintings, my father’s piano, artwork and gifts the children had given me. I planted a garden, got a trampoline and put up a tire swing. As the children got older my idea of home evolved again. Home needed to move closer to where our life was. That is where thin...