There’s No Place Like Home

Since I moved to Kansas, I find myself clicking my heels¬†more and more.¬† I have no ruby red slippers but the mantra is the same, “There’s no place like home. There no place like home.” The problem is that I have no idea where home is. This was made clear to me again when IContinue reading “There’s No Place Like Home”

That Peace Might be Possible on Super Tuesday

I don’t consider myself to be especially patriotic. I don’t even consider myself to be all that political but I am certainly not patriotic. I am reminded of this each and every time I put my hand over my heart and rise to sing the National Anthem. I see it in the service women andContinue reading “That Peace Might be Possible on Super Tuesday”