There was no such thing as great-rooms and open space, when I was a little girl. Every room was distinct. You might think the dining room was for dining, but that was just the beginning. Everything went on in the dining room at my house. The dining room led everywhere, and everyone ended up there. The dining room had four doors: one to the back room, one to the frunchroom, one to the stairway, and one to the kitchen. The dining room was for bringing together and sending out. The dining room was for fortifying and uniting.
One door led to the back door. That’s where I wrote my name in blue crayola. It took me so long time learn how to write my name. Mom taught me the right way so all my Valentines would come out right, I knew better, but there was no wallpaper or pretty colored paint or anything back there by the door; just a white Continue reading