If "home is where the heart is" then Sheena Easton should hire an interior decorator. Home has good intentions, and some of them amount to something, but most of the while the album suffers from blandness. It would be easy to praise her for maturing into a fine woman, she has clearly passed on her hardcore "Sugar Walls" image and finds more joy in defining herself as a mother than "strutting" her sexual appeal. No problem with that, but on a ten-track album, wimpy ballads and slightly engaging pop songs just don't cut it. Graham Nash's "Our House" is a fine opening with lovely instrumentals, clear visuals ("two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard"), and stunning vocal purity. Her rendition of Paul Simon's "St. Judy's Comet" is lulling and pleasant as is Stephen Sondheim's "Not While I'm Around." She even slides in a very catchy country pop track "Who Knows." Finding all of the pieces that are right, it's hard to pinpoint what exactly is wrong with the album. It's the title. As simplistic as Home reads, it stirs profound ideas and memories, and you expect to hear passionate and nostalgic music that reminds us of what home means. You know that Sheena Easton has a powerful voice and a good sense of style, but she has set listeners up with too high an expectation. A CD called Home, one in which she includes a letter telling what home means to her, should be one that listeners can grow old with. It should be one of Sheena Easton's finest efforts, a gift that makes the old feel young and the young feel loved, but it is not. She tries on a couple of gospel songs "Never Saw a Miracle" and "Take Me Home," as well as the expected soundtrack ballad "Carry a Dream" from the animated film Marco. What is missing is what Home really means. It seems to have been revealed with "Our House" and then forgotten for the same old stuff.