What I wouldn’t do to go back to the 17 year old me with the understanding that — though not perfect — home is where people know you. It’s where you don’t have to explain why and how you think the way you do because you’re all a product of similar experiences.
Raising my children in Minnesota, the one thing I miss is family. I grew up in a small town in Oklahoma on the outskirts of an even smaller town where my father was born and raised. Having lived there his whole life – and my father being one of more than a dozen children my […]