They say you can’t go Home again. When you touch the river a second time — it’s not the same water. Change the universal constant — stalks all things — including Home.
Home has never been a place to me. Home is a feeling I carry in my heart. These days I feel twinges of it Christmas mornings with my grandchildren or sitting around a fire-pit with my Tribe. On occasion — Home will touch me in my living room as I’m sipping tea in…
