… I passed by a sign for Boston’s Beth Israel. “Beth” means “House” in Hebrew.
I was born at that hospital over 60 years ago, when my family’s house and home was in Lynn, Massachusetts.
Then, I reached my office, where I try to help people feel at home as they explore important life decisions.
I wonder if that kind of conflicting advice hits home for anybody, today, besides me.
I didn’t get back to house and home, yesterday, until 6 PM. To help myself feel at home, I took these photos along the way:
Which one of those images reminds you most of house and home?
Fenway Park, which is home to the Boston Red Sox, has been my home-away-from-home for many baseball games since I was born at Beth Israel. Tonight, I’m joining my sister Ellen, her spouse Linda, and our cousin Lani for one of the last home games of the 2015 baseball season. I’m sure we’ll all feel at home at Fenway Park (as opposed to how I’ve sometimes felt at the House that Ruth built).
I hope you feel at home with these pictures I took last night, after I left house and home with my boyfriend, Michael:
Make yourself at home, please, and leave a comment about this house-and-home post, below.
Homey thanks to Kurt Elling (for his rendition of “A House is Not a Home”), to Beth Israel, to Michael (who helps me feel at home, wherever we go), to Ellen, Linda, and Lani, to Fenway Park, to all the houses and homes I’ve lived in over the years, and to you — of course! — no matter where your home is, today.