Among the ties that bind, one of the strongest threads, I believe, is the place we call home. When my family moved from the rolling hills of Ohio River country in Indiana to Harlem, Montana, I felt like my roots had been wrenched out of the earth and planted loosely in a foreign country. My first day in school was my eleventh birthday and I had nothing to celebrate. We gather experiences along...
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