I felt it this weekend. Home. I sat high in the football stand, scanning the crowd below, watching the players move the ball. I knew in that moment I was in love–with a town, as if love could be as wide as streets and people and fight songs and friends....
They are doing construction in the gravel parking lot in front of our home, so I’m hearing new noises as I write. I was partway through my word count today when a noise startled me–not because it was loud, but because it reminded me of something. It took...
