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...
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...
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...
You’re letting her put a ring in your nose and lead you any way she wants. Take the ring out of your nose, Summer. This was one of my Dad’s most famous lectures. We called it “The Ring In The Nose”. I’m not sure if my brother and sister were given the pleasure of...
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I was just thinking to myself yesterday, ‘it’s been awhile since Summer blogged, I miss reading her words…’ Thank you for writing, ‘out-loud,’ friend.