Once upon a time we had a home in a subdivision outside Columbus. We lived there for fifteen years. My husband had been transferred back to Ohio from Michigan. In that lovely home we had family dinners and saw two of our three daughters graduate from high school. Our oldest was already living on her own. Our beloved Pug, Sammy, came there to live when he was only six weeks old and so little he couldn’t master the jump up onto the back patio which was only a few inches off the ground. From Sammy we learned all about real love. From that house, our youngest daughter graduated college a few years after her father retired there. In that house we met old friends and new. Found a church home. Established roots in the community. From there, we married off all three daughters and began to welcome grandbabies. Our middle daughter sadly got divorced and moved back in (sadly) with two babies. Whew. What a change in our lives! Then, she remarried and moved out again. Tha...
"All the characters who have housed my stories now have permanent apartments in my head - I still have tea with them." bw