Category: Homecoming
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Ithaca, Again: Landing at the Launch
Forty years after high school, I walk the same halls that once sent me into the world. Time folds in on itself, and home remembers what we forget.
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Home as a Transitive Verb
We home each other. We create for one another that essential spark of presence and recognition that allows our brains to know: this is where my heart is; this is where I belong; this is home.
Captain Reverend Mother 