Opening the door to my first home sent butterflies scurrying as a rush of emotions raced through me. Knowing that I was really on my own had caused a more than a few sleepless nights, and now that the time had finally arrived, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take this new beginning. Part of me wanted to run back to my little island home in California and live with the grandmother that I adored and missed so desperately. Continue reading “A Home of My Own”
“Photography is the story I fail to put into words.”
— Destin Sparks
At the age of four, my family moved to Alameda, California. This little island tucked away in the San Francisco Bay showcased many Victorian homes. These beauties included everything from quaint cottages to astounding mansions and varying sizes in between. While living on the island, children that lived in these houses, often told wild tales about secret rooms or spoke of hidden treasure. My brothers and I would often search for hidden rooms and fortune too. When I was five or six, I did find a prize, an antique teapot from Holland. Continue reading “My Island Home”
“Home is where our story begins…”
What stories about home would you like to share? This week’s theme has so many delightful ways in which to showcase our family tales. Just upload your stories in the comments. Continue reading “Home — Week Ten”
Peace is the beauty of life. It is sunshine. It is the smile of a child, the love of a mother, the joy of a father, the togetherness of a family. It is the advancement of man, the victory of a just cause, the triumph of truth.
Come join in the fun and share your family stories. Do not forget to add your story to the comments section. Continue reading “April Themes”
I slipped downstairs with a small shovel and started digging under the stairwell.
When I was a child, my childhood home was a three-story Victorian beauty nestled on an island in the San Francisco Bay. It was the perfect place for a child with an active imagination. The first level of the home housed two garages, a bar, a laundry room, a pottery room, and an extra room that we used as a playroom. Continue reading “Buried Treasure”
My favorite things often have a story behind them and are usually handmade or discovered at a flea market.
Leaving the taco stand at 12:15 in the morning, my part-time job made me question my sanity since I had to tackle my daytime job at 7:00 in the morning. Walking home always cleared my head and put the craziness of my shift to rest before I climbed into a hot shower that silenced my thoughts and helped me settle into a night of slumber.