Marmy Kodras's blog

In less than 24 hours, I will be boarding a plane to go back to the city where I grew up and spent all of my childhood days until I graduated from high school.  Technically it is my home, my birthplace, where my family still resides…but nowadays I don’t call it home.  You see, I’m been living away from that place since I graduated from high school and have lived away from that place for a much longer time than I lived there.  Does time establish the criteria or does circumstances override it?  The last time I was back there I believe was at least a year and a half ago and even at that time, the place I used to call “home” really didn’t feel like home to me.  It’s almost as if you become a visitor to a place that has familiarity, memories, and situations of comfort and security…but only to a certain extent.  I’m excited, anxious, even a bit nervous as to how this time around will affect my emotions and experience. 

Last week I sat through a presentation at our alternative education program (4th - 8th grades) as attorneys from both the Arizona public defenders office and the prosecutors office came to speak with our students on criminal law in hopes of preventing them from ending up in either of their offices. (unfortunately many have already been moving down that road)

People continue to be irresponsible on our roadways for reasons that we already know can be prevented...driving drunk , not wearing seat belts, speeding...