Kneeling on the floor of a filthy pantry, I attempted to clean up after months of neglect, painting over what scrubbing alone wouldn’t help. Once filled to overflowing in what had been my first “grown up” house, it now sat …
Whispers
I remember there was a line that I drew in the sand. I couldn’t take it any more. I made myself clear. “I don’t need your money, I don’t need your support, and even more, I don’t WANT it!” With …
Home Isn’t a Place
It’s my day of rest—so instead of gulping down my tea and diving headlong into the day, I’m sipping it slowly, taking time by the window as my neighbors dive into their days. Cindy has driven from her house two doors …
Dinner is Served
Original artwork and commentary by Ryan King
Hiraeth: A Yearning for Home
From the commercial madness of America’s mid-term election season to nationwide protests originating from Ferguson, Missouri, it’s all left me with a couple of questions: What is really going on inside of us? What does all of the political and social …
We Made It Home
My two-year-old daughter began vomiting on the busiest corner of Canal Street. Passersby dodged half-eaten chunks of M&M’s and I stared helplessly, my hand on my daughter’s heaving back. Our family had moved to New York City six weeks earlier. …
Home is Relationships
When I think about home, I think of more than just a place. I think of love, comfort, peace, and security. A place where I can be free to be me without being judged by anyone. A place that welcomes …
Feeling at Home in My Muffin Top
I tried on my favorite jeans this morning and they were a bit more snug than I expected. I glanced into the mirror hoping to prove otherwise. Unfortunately, suspicions were confirmed. My cute mini love handles graduated to full muffin top …
Home Field
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this short story are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. I walked to the front of the room, stood behind …
Messy Home
”Um, Mrs. Wise … Jane had explosive diarrhea everywhere, and I’m pretty sure Lola ate it.” Jane is our 5-month-old daughter. Lola is our 4-year-old Basset Hound mutt. And this was my welcome home after a rare adults-only Sunday Funday out. …