In 1995, when my kidnapped daughters were still living in hiding out of country, I bought a starter home in Alaska.
Twenty-seven years later, I’m closing one chapter and beginning another.
You will learn:
*How neighbors can become a makeshift family.
*The work to create stability and sustain a household isn’t for the faint of heart. *A home isn’t built of walls and cement and a bank note, but is where ever the love and memories are made.