Reminders from Home
My mother sent me pictures of the snowstorm today. From 498 miles away, I open them, take in the white snow so thick and cold I can feel it prickle fresh goosebumps on my skin.
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Posts by Marisa Donnelly on home—the physical homes you are born into, travel to, and discover, and the homes you create with people and memories.
If Place is a Pause
If place is a pause, standing in opposition to flux and fluidity, then time and place are in tension.
Looking At A Car
You can tell a lot about a person from their car.
Tuesday Night Hockey
I have always known two versions of my father: #1- Pleated pants belted just under the stomach scar from his motorcycle accident as a teenager, polo shirt tucked in, hair wet in an attempt to slick it back, glasses. #2 – Corona tank top, some form of cartoon character pants with an assortment of holes and/or paint splatters, white grass-stained Nikes, baseball cap.