I’m creating a photo essay about all the places I’ve called home. A really interesting exercise for all 1/2 century markers. My children don’t really know my story and I thought this would be a good way to share my life with them. But as with all Art, the thing planned has a (wise) mind of its own. I’m the one who needs to learn my story. I thought there were to be 16 homes/petals in this story but I just learned I wasn’t born in the house I thought I was and my mother’s middle name was Anna, not Anne. I have so much to learn. Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it. –Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Home is a name, a word,