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Spring

Ah!!!

Yesterday, we accepted a text-invitation to walk through an orchard. We dropped everything and prepared for a mini-adventure. Each person in our household is aware of their role when we are heading out. Markolee filled the water bottles, grabbed his bicycle and put it in the truck. Zahara took the blankets and basket down, and…

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Home Is…

I migrated from Jamaica to the United States when I was eleven years old. I have lived in four states, seven cities, and thirteen homes.From these experiences, I have learned: Home is not just a physical space. Home is daily conversations my sister, laughter with my brother, and the length of my mother's never-ending, but sagacious stories. Home is coffee…

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