Yesterday, I woke up with a burning conviction… Clean the house or burn it down. You might be relieved to know that I chose the former rather than the latter which seems to be the wiser and less dramatic choice.  I am nothing if not a practical drama queen. Now, if you know me at all or have ever been to my house, you can probably attest to the fact that it is almost never overwhelmingly messy.  In fact, it…

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I remember as a little girl running and playing in the yard, looking for four leaf clovers, searching for locust shells on the tree trunks, tying together flower necklaces, standing at the fence of the horse pasture basking in the whimsy of home.  It seemed larger than life.  It wasn’t much, but it was ours.  And I always knew that I was safe there—at home. It’s a strange thing now to be living back on this same land, the land…

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