My grandparents home in KY is one of my favorite places in the whole world. Even without my grandmother, Kentucky still feels more “home” to me than where I actually grew up in New York. I miss it pretty much all the time. A few articles have popped up on my newsfeed about Kentucky, starting with the inflammatory “What’s the…
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Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes, they call me on and on across the universe.
Driving alone is a good time to cry. You can sob as loud as you want, turn up the volume when an appropriate song comes on the radio and scream or whisper the words—depending on the type of crying. But you can never completely let yourself go (that kind of crying is best saved for…
I’ve got to figure this out before I lose you, love…
“Honey, I want to go home.” I look away from my book to meet her eyes and answer, “we are home.” “No. I want to go…” she motions with her arms in a direction, presumably towards Mount Vernon where she grew up. “This is home now, and we are here together, and we’re going to…
Summer fun and family!
Yesterday some of our family from Mount Vernon, Kentucky came to visit us. 🙂 It was too short a visit, but some of us did make it down to the lake for some swimming. I brought my camera, and have been thinking about why I like taking pictures so much. Because I don’t just like…
summer plans: love, love, love
For the past 10 years, I have volunteered in the US and abroad, but this summer I have made no such plans. Instead, I am embarking on a different journey: an adventure with my grandmother, Mama Eula. Six years ago, my Mama Eula started forgetting things—how many eggs she put in the cake batter, where…