Searching for Home, from Home

I welcome Char Gustafson as a guest writer today. This was written in March, 2021. Now…” ,  the big man bus driver looked at me, a scared little 8 year old and said, “Where do you belong?” Where indeed. It was March…that time of the year in Iowa where those who rented farms moved.  Leases were up.  Farms were sold.  Families, uprooted. In 1961, I … Continue reading Searching for Home, from Home