THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME

THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME

It wasn’t a big house or a fancy house. It wasn’t a new house, either. Built in 1929,  it only had one bathroom, steam heat, and no central air conditioning. But, it was home. When I picture my childhood, 1581 Oxford is the image I see. It’s where we played capture...
I DIDN’T PICK HER

I DIDN’T PICK HER

Since beginning this blog, I knew I wanted to write about my friend Jamie. But each time I tried, I fell short.  I’ve spent many hours in front of my computer, staring at a blank screen, trying to figure out a way to explain what she means to me. How much I value her....