• Long Way Home

    The Long Way Home

    I am a Long-Way-Home kinda gal.  I recognized it eight years ago when I started dating my hubby. (We actually met eight years ago today!)  He lived about 3 hours away and every night for about a year, we talked on the phone.  My evenings in those days usually found me hanging out at my favorite cafe/bookstore which was in the middle of the town I grew up in. That’s one of my crazy pipe cleaner sculptures on my head. Photo by Earl Parr. When I got his call, I would hop in the car and head home. I wanted the conversation to last, so instead of heading directly to…