'home' is where I currently shelter, even my little car
'Home' is every place I've tried to set roots, and find community
'HOME' makes my soul soar and heart sing love's joy, ANYwhere I'm with YOU
About the Creator
Cathi Allen
When my first-grade teacher said to write a book, I wrote a book. It won a Young Authors award from the AAUW. I thought I'd be writing books for the rest of my life. Until I had to get a real job. I've finally fired myself. Hello, pen!
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