September 2009
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A home is where the heart is (was)…
My mom just sold my childhood home in Jacksonville, Fla. She lived there for nearly 30 years, five of those after my father died in 2004. It was just a house, right? I hadn’t lived there since I moved away for college in 1992. After all, my mom’s the one who was losing all those memories. She’s the one who had to get rid of a lot of furniture and other items she so cherished because her new home...