I always forget how beautiful Muskogee is. Great old homes. Sidewalks. Lush landscape. I may not be “an Okie from Muskogee” but I do like to visit! This was my first time trying the new “story” feature on WordPress and I don’t think it… Continue Reading “Muskogee, OK!”
The landscape of our childhood is imprinted on our psyches and stored in our bodies. The places where we played will always be home.
Dining tables are more than surfaces for eating. They are vessels for living. They hold us together as families. They represent nourishment, community, and possibility.
Our hometown is always part of us, even when we move away, even if it no longer feels like home. It is almost part of our genetic history. We come from this family. We are part of this tribe.
A new friend recently gifted me with the book, Between Silence and Light: Spirit in the Architecture of Louis I. Kahn, by John Lobell. I vaguely knew about Kahn. He is the subject of the 2003 documentary, My Architect, and he designed the Kimball… Continue Reading “Honor the Material”
“The place where you are standing is holy ground” (Exodus 3:5) There is a saying that the body is a temple, usually referred to when considering what we consume or the activities in which we engage. But what about where our body temple resides?… Continue Reading “Holy Home”
“Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.” – Anne Bradstreet (Puritan Colonialist, poet, mother of eight, (1612-1672) When I was growing up, kids were allowed to play outside unsupervised. In fact, it was the norm. Even the expectation. No questions asked.… Continue Reading “Winter Memories and Home”
Bugs. We all have issues with bugs. As in, I’ve never met a person who encountered bugs in their home and thought COOL!! The few who do think this are scientists. Or kids that will become scientists. If there’s anyone else out there who… Continue Reading “Home Infestation”
I LOVE Summer. It’s my favorite season. I’ve always preferred to be miserably hot than even slightly cold. Cold makes me irritable. Heat just makes me lazy. I can live with lazy. Especially in the summer. My love of summer goes back to Michigan… Continue Reading “Summertime”
There’s a lot being written about staying home these days. Discomfort. Anxiety. Isolation. Depression. The truth is, many of us struggled with “home” even before the pandemic. I don’t have the answers. But I can tell you how having a dog makes a huge… Continue Reading “Finding Home – With a Dog”
After four months in Italy during the Covid19 pandemic, I returned to the states. But one week into quarantine, I knew I needed company.
The houses (apartments, condos) in which we live have their own personalities. We develop relationships with these places, much like family and friends. Returning after an absence can be filled with a variety of feelings.