"Rinda," she said, "no matter where life takes you, your writing always brings you back home."
Every day that I sit down at my keyboard, I am being called home. Even when I am editing, or writing fiction, throwing together a shutterfly book or slideshow, home is never far from my mind.
When I was younger, I thought that you could only have one home. As I've grown, I realize that there are so many places that are home to me:
- my childhood home
- my grandparents' homes
- my in-laws homes
- the areas where I served in Texas
- Utah State University
- the small town in Montana where my mom grew up
- my best friends' homes
- any LDS Temple
- anywhere my children are, I create a home for them
- and most of all, my husband.
He is home to me.
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