by Kristi Robertson | Jun 27, 2022
When I think of home, I think of being comfortable. It’s where I can be myself. I can wear sweats, throw my hair in a bun, and read a book while snuggling with my dog. I feel safe in my home and thankfully, I feel secure that I have a home to come back to. During...
by Laura Jablonski | Jun 16, 2021
The sun was just setting on the horizon. I knew it would only be a week, but that didn’t make it any less painful. Soon, she would be gone for two weeks, then for a month. Before long, our lives would be pulling us apart and it would be years before we saw each other...
by Laura Jablonski | Jul 2, 2020
I have never been a home-body. My house has only been a place to sleep and mark my calendar for the next event. I have always found my joy in the world outside my house. Things like sleepovers with my friends, working long hours at my summer soccer camp, or smelling...
by Laura Jablonski | Aug 19, 2019
Home is hard to put your finger on. Not when you have it, of course, but when all of a sudden it’s gone and you don’t know where it went. When you have it, home is as natural as breathing, a comfy blanket waiting for you every time you pull into the driveway, smile at...
by Laura Jablonski | Aug 30, 2018
My grandma sits on the couch of her living room, and squints around the room. Boxes and trays are stacked precariously on various surfaces. They’re filled with gifts. Not elaborate or expensive ones; the contents of these boxes and trays make it seem more like my...
