Homecoming
The word itself — “homecoming,” says in its beautiful, elegant way that there is indeed a place to come back to in a chaotic and troubled world.
You can hear your kids coming through the courtyard gate. It’s a sound so familiar that it’s gathered in your bones. The creak of the hinges, the clang of the big wooden door being shut in its metal frame, the voices audible but jumbled; people congregating in the kitchen as they enter the open doorway of your house. For years that sound was routine: yo…
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