I have several physical places on this planet that evoke that warm feeling of belonging that is ‘home’. Certainly, my house is one of them. Tulsa (amazingly, it’s grown on me) is another of them. Western PA is another, as it is where I grew up, and Clendenin, West Virginia, where my dad’s dad lived, which is more about the people than the place, though West Virginia truly is ‘God’s Country’. My parents’ place is yet another because they are there.

Sometimes home has more to do with who than where. When I switch to who, home is spread far and wide, as are the people who love me and accept me as I am for who I am.