Tag: home

  • Memories

    “Without memories, who are we anyway?  Without memories how would we learn?”  I stared down the hallway and wondered what would come next.  It had been so long since I had been in the house, I wasn’t sure if my memories were even correct.  Or even real?  Was it a real memory of me laughing…

  • A Little About Me!

    This is a totally different post than I’ve ever done before! Especially since it’s not a fictional story, but a story about me! I’m aiming to make this blog a little more personal and let you know what is happening with my life and of course, my dog, Lovie. Lovie and I have just moved…

  • Home

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  I knew as soon as I walked into the busy square, I knew I was home. Home. Home. Home. A word I never was able to repeat to myself until that exact moment. The history resonated out of each building and I could smell the food from various open markets. I walked…

  • My Own Home

    “I have never understood when people talked about the comfort of their own home.  I was never comfortable in my house and was barely comfortable at my friend’s houses.”  I sat back in my chair and looked down at my hands. I was still unsure of how this conversation was going to go.  I wasn’t…

  • Suitably Warm

    “I don’t think I know what ‘suitably warm’ means.  Like it is kind of warm, but not lukewarm?  Not freezing cold?  I don’t get it,” I listened to Chris mumble about our breakfast as I tried to park the truck.  I had been listening to him mumble and grumble about food now for four days.  I had no…

  • Returning Home

    I always knew I would never be able to go home.  The moment I stepped out the front door when I was eighteen, I knew I was completely on my own.  My father always told me he was surprised he was going to be a father again and once I hit puberty, he spent more of his…