One afternoon, about a year ago, I opened the back door to hear the happy squeals and screams of the neighbor kids playing through our backyard. “MOM! Can I go play with my neighbor friends? QUICK! Where are my shoes?” my six-year-old son Jackson breathed out in a rush. “Sure,…
The following post originally appeared at Quest for Meaning on October 9, 2012. “Wasn’t that the definition of home? Not where you are from, but where you are wanted.” —Abraham Verghese, “Cutting for Stone” I was born and raised in rural Wisconsin. Our town had a population of just over…