The children are gone now. The house is quiet. Too quiet. When I need to hear their voices in my memory and recapture glimpses of days gone by, I retreat to my little white room upstairs. We have this beautiful staircase that leads to one little lone room that lives by itself on the second floor. Well, it's actually not little. It's very big. And sunny. I call it my "Vitamin D" room. Doctors say we can get our daily dose of Vitamin D with 15 minutes of sunshine a day. They say that will ward off all kinds of gunk...depression being one of them. So I've loaded up the white room with scrapbooks, childhood toys and sunshine. That's home to me.
