Oct 06, · My home was more than just a place to live in it was my sanctuary. My home was a place where I could unwind and feel at ease when life became hard to handle. I didn’t realize how much I loved my house till I heard my friend’s story, Jasmin Gomez had moved from house to house all of her life.
Dear Friends, It was 2 years ago that I finally came home from my volcanic cloud delayed Ireland trip. While being there was great, staying an extra 8 days not so much. Ireland is the land of my people; my grandmother was % Irish, born at the turn of the century, in
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An absolutely gorgeous picture book that I picked up just because I thought the illustrations were so enticing- reminded me of the Barbara Shook Hazen books that I loved so much when I was a kid--Home in the Woods is a sweet story about a large family and how they manage to find happiness living in a tar paper shack in the woods after losing /5(86).