I have a desk full of ancestral connections. This old mahogany table has three shallow drawers with wallpaper from my childhood lining them. They link me to my past. I remember it so well and am so happy to have it as my own desk now. As a young child, I remember the...
Opening the door to my kitchen, to warmth and a welcome home. It’s been a long journey and I am weary and tired. The stove heats the heart of our home. The atmosphere is warm, bathed in the late evening sun, with golden light shining in through the window. I sit down...