Julie Smith

Who is Jane Frances, you ask? My mom was Jane Frances and my grandma was Frances. They made our house a home. Adult daydreams bring me back to steamed up dining room windows while grandma was making Sunday supper. Delicious smells would fill the air. I would rake leaves into a huge pile only to jump into them. Roller skating in the basement, listening to disco! Laughter and silliness at the dinner table. Birthday parties, graduations, departures, tears, joy, sentiment. Home is where memories are made. Home is a warm blanket that wraps you up and makes you feel safe. You can always go back there--even if it is just in your mind. Home really is where the heart is. I want to help you find that special place you will call home. That place of love and comfort. That place that makes you beam with pride. The place where you rake the leaves and jump right in. The place that ...