I am watching a mother and child wade into the water. The mother wades out and begins to swim.  The child, a girl perhaps ten… ( Read More )
sand in me toes…
The first time I played on a beach was in the Northeast, on Lake Erie. There, in the slight chill of the May ocean breeze,… ( Read More )
pretty shiny things…
With every vacation comes the thought that I will write prolifically. Â I love to write and never go far without paper (or wordpad). Â I envision… ( Read More )