Homesick

When I was growing up, my father was in the Air Force so I've lived all over the United States and in several countries overseas. I've moved more than forty times, but lost count somewhere after thirty-five. America is home, yet it's not really "home." Being born on foreign soil in Morocco, Africa, I held dual citizenship until I was fifteen, which only adds to my anxiety about where I am truly from. I am American, but feel foreign. I am from everywhere, but hail from nowhere. I've lived in every quadrant of the country, so if you are from the Midwest, so am I. "You're from Des Plaines! Were you ever able to keep lightning bugs alive in a jar overnight?"

Oct 10,2009, 12:04AM |

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A Fathers' Day Message from World War II

By Larkin Spivey

Jerry Oncken's father joined the Army in 1944, a few months after she was born. After basic training he was sent to the war zone in Italy where he served for two years. Jerry had memories of getting together with other service families and playing with the other children. She also remembered her mother's letters that she always sealed with a freshly applied lipstick kiss. On one occasion Je...

Jun 21,2009, 1:53PM |

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Jesus talked about no faith, little faith, faith, growing faith, more faith, much faith, which kind do you have right now?