depending on what we call home…. The old carol says “I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.” I am home for Christmas. I’m usually home for Christmas these days, but that wasn’t always the case. And what I called “home” wasn’t always easy to define. Especially during my globe-circling years. But home… Continue reading “I’ll be home for Christmas…”
Thoughts from the Lowcountry swamp