A is for Alaska

How is it that land can have such a powerful pull over us? Is it really the land, or the people there? Can we untie land from family and memory?

Pop songs say "Home is whenever I'm with you"..."You’re already home where you feel love" and "you are home to me"... And I guess that why, though I've never lived in Alaska, I've stopped correcting people when they say "Are you going home for Christmas?" I am going to Alaska for Christmas, going home to see my family, and going to honor the memory of my Grandmother who loved that land so fiercely.