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Where is Home?

In 4LTR WORD: HOME by Shawn Krumm

If home is where the heart is, where is home? By the sea, in the desert, or on a mountain high? In the city, in the country, or in a valley wide? On train rails, in the air, on the …

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Less House. More Life.

In 4LTR WORD: HOME, Wright Pop by Brooke Wright

In February of this year we felt like God might be nudging us to sell our house. That might not sound like a big deal, or depending on your personality, it might sound like a VERY big deal. In our …

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5 Ways to Cope with Home Over the Holidays

In 4LTR WORD: HOME by Gina Regan

Family. You love ‘em to death, and if you spend too much time with them, you might (quite literally) strangle them to death. Enter the holidays. Tensions are already running high due to impossibly immense expectations that this is finally …

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What is Home?

In 4LTR WORD: HOME by Jason Evans

Over two years ago, my family and I moved across country. After living a lifetime in one city, we found ourselves in a new city and all that comes with that: a new house, new schools, new workplaces, new relationships. …

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Harvesting Home

In 4LTR WORD: HOME by Darrin Ballman

My plan was simple enough. Over the course of nearly three weeks touring France, Italy and Spain, I would stop and spend the day at a pre-arranged wine producer photographing and documenting this year’s harvest time. Wine producer #4 was on my …

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In 4LTR WORD: HOME by Sean Critchfield

Upon the roots of the Oak I sat. Joined by the works of Whitman and Kant. Where I ate of the wild until my heart grew fat. And whispered, “Yes … this is where I will hang my hat.” Photo (Flickr …

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Welcome to Johnsonia

In 4LTR WORD: HOME, Johnson Pop by Jen Johnson

I have long thought that I would be a wonderful benevolent dictator of a small country, and the more dysfunction and stupid-choice-making I see around me, the more I think my wise leadership is needed. So as soon as I …

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Home Language

In 4LTR WORD: HOME by Natalie Shaw

On a hot August evening in 2008, I got into my car and pulled out of our driveway. I ran into my dad, on his way back from a dinner, on my way out. He rolled down his window, so …