Seeking Refuge

For me, the first place I would call home was an old single-wide trailer on Jackson Highway in my home town. I was a baby of course and do not remember much about the place but I know for a period of time this was home, my refuge. A few years passed and my family moved closer to the city of Covington in a small but perfect three-bedroom house. I have many memories about this house for a few years this was home, my refuge. This house was across the street from… Read More