Going Home for Christmas

This last week I found myself answering that familiar question this way: “Lynne, Kathryn, and I went home to Richmond for Thanksgiving.”  We went home. “Home” is an interesting word to use for a place that I lived almost a half century ago.  But it is where I grew up.  My three siblings, many of their kids and grandkids, and my mom all live there.   I have lived in Charlotte for forty years, yet when I go to Richmond, it is so familiar.  I bump into old friends, feel… Continue reading Going Home for Christmas