By Leslie Lindsay [Image source: http://www.alphabetart.com 9.18.13] For some of us, home is a living breathing entity.  My own daughter recently asked me, “Mom, do homes have souls?  Because I think some might.”  Not that I have any personal connection to Karen Brown’s home–I’ve never been there, but just reading the description of the 1920’s gem she describes so eloquently makes me wonder if indeed homes have souls. “Home is a sprawling 1924 Spanish Mediterranean in an established suburb in Tampa, Florida. It had been owned by the man who brought the area its first taste of Pepsi Cola. His wife walked the grounds in her negligee, and was driven to church in a Packard. According to the oldest telephone repair man alive, Joan Crawford was once a guest. We bought the house from the negligee-wearing woman’s daughter, who lived at the time in distant Sanford, and who every so often would visit, sit in the living room and listen to a hired musician play the mahogany baby grand. When she decided it was time to …

By Leslie Lindsay (image source: http://www.alphabetart.com 9.4.13) How do we define home?  Is is an actual building?  The people we surround ourselves with, or is it tangible pieces of things that bring to mind the comfort and stability of home?  Today, we hear from author Amy Sue Nathan on just that: “For me, home means things I can see and touch. Photos on shelves, pre-school artwork next to high school graduation pictures, a china platter that belonged to my grandmother that sits on the middle of the dining room table. Home is being surrounded by sights and sounds and also, by textures. I often sit with a crocheted blanket on my lap as I write. It’s made up of squares, and baby-size. My grandmother made it when my son was born almost twenty-two years ago.   Let’s face it, crocheted blankets can itch! I never put it on him as a baby, but it has follow us through five homes in five states. It hung over the back of the rocking chair in the nursery …