I travel some — to writers conferences, mostly. And I enjoy the chance to be with people who “get” me. People who can have entire conversations about imaginary people. Yeah, we do that. But this is inevitable: Even as I pack my bags for the trip, anticipating the workshops and the almost nonstop conversations and the hugs and the …
In Others’ Words: Home is where . . .
I had a certain definition of home for many years–and it was most definitely tied to a specific address. A certain place. Then I married my husband, who was in the military. My idea of home had to change. Uncle Sam determined where home was – and how long a certain place would be home. The year I decorated a Christmas tree …