I don’t have any memory of it,  I don’t have a picture of it, and I can’t tell you what street it’s on. I wasn’t there for very long in this Charleston, South Carolina dwelling. All I know about my first home: I was welcomed, cared for, and loved by everyone who lived there. That’s quite enough.

This is the first in a series about home. Click No Place Like Home(s) above to learn more…