Of Home, Heart and Horror by Dilnavaz Bamboat
Of Home, Heart and Horror I heard my first bomb explosion at 14. Except, I thought it was a tar drum rolling down a bridge at the time. All alone in class and making out a list for a school farewell...
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Home by Kristina James
Home There’s a house with a white picket fence and a Southern style wrap-around porch. It’s seated comfortably just above a field of golden rods that light up every fall as far as the eye can see. A...
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A Place Called Home by Sharon Blessum
A PLACE CALLED HOME where the land calls your name night stars hold your dreams winds whisper your secrets trees offer you shelter is a place called home I grew up on a farm in North Dakota. I...
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A Phenomenal Stroke of Luck by Beryl Kingston
I’ll say right at the start that I’m 82, with straight white hair, wrinkles, hearing aids and glasses and, although I can still dance a bit, I can’t run any more. But I must also add that I’ve never...
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1954 The Year of the Stampede by Jan Merry
A defining year lay ahead when the outside world infiltrated our rural backwater, stretching the horizon beyond the suburbs encircling the city 13 miles away and beyond radio’s imitation British...
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They Called it Paradise by Stephanie Rose Bird
There was evidence of a glorious past. As you walked back in the woods adjacent to my house about ¼ of a mile in, there were cabins from the camp developed by the A.M.E. church. Eerie in its abandoned...
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Price to Pay by Julie Davies
It’s hard to believe we’re the same people. In 1979, a smiling young man walked up to me in the crowded disco of a remote Australian mining town and asked for a dance. The next song was the Kiss hit I...
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Tumbleweeds by Kristi Lloyd
Once a Pittsburgher, always a Pittsburgher. I went through childhood with the thought that I would grow up, go to school, get married and settle down in a nice suburb of my home town. For a while, I...
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North to South and back again by Joanne Toner
North to South and back again I’ve always hated the inevitable question, the one that is always asked when you meet people for the first time. Weddings, parties, job interviews… it’s one of the...
View ArticleTwo Childhood Homes by Aine Greaney
[An excerpt from my memoir, What Brought You Here.] I had two childhood homes. The first, a thatch-roof cottage set among overgrown gardens, sat at the end of a dirt road or boithrín in my native...
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