It began with a family meeting. At least for my siblings and I, that’s how it began. Surely my parents had been discussing it for months or even years before that late winter evening. I think it was February. It could have been March. It was dark outside and the kitchen was illuminated by the …read more →
It was the summer of 2010 when I first began writing like this–in a public space. I use the word “public” loosely. Do a few close friends and family count as public? Either way, it was the first time I wrote outside of the bound pages of my journal–outloud–for anyone to see. I remember …read more →
I am lost in sleep. Somewhere between a dream that seems real and one that seems impossible. I feel it in my dream–the gentle, tap, tap, tap of fingers on my back. I ignore it at first–it’s only a dream. I try to stay there, in the dream. Stay with the sleep. Then I …read more →
It was a Sunday evening in early June when Charlie and I stood staring at an overpacked display of cheap water toys buried in a back aisle of Walmart. Our gaze traveled from water guns to bubbles. From sprinkler type toys to tiny water pistols. And of course the inflatables that I know full well …read more →
So beautifully written Summer!!! Not being a runner in any form, I have come across the word fartleik. And I do know what it means!
I’m glad to know that, Amy. Perhaps next time I see you, I will find a way to bring it into the conversation. 🙂
Beautifully written. Some of our greatest memories are of boating days with your wonderful parents! Love, Ronni and Jim
Ronni, I am so thankful that you were some of their people. Much love to you and Jim.