May 15, 2020
2020, The Year that Was
April 15, 2020
Take Care of Yourself
March 13, 2020
Love & Valentine's Day
February 14, 2020
January 31, 2020
Engage with our Dreams
January 1, 2020
Memories for Thanksgiving
November 29, 2019
Diving In - Running Away
October 31, 2019
"If you really want to know me...."
October 1, 2019
September 1, 2019
"Eventide" is Published
March 30, 2018
August 14, 2013
Twirling on tippy toes.
Ruffles on bathing suits.
Plastic watering cans.
Pails in primary colors – bright red, yellow, royal blue.
Pail shaped sand castles.
Mud dripped sand castles.
Sandcastles with moats.
And watching enthusiastically to see if the tide will rise
all the way along the canal that will fill the moat.
Shimmering blond hair blowing in the sea breeze.
Frisbies, bocci, 4-square, football toss, tennis balls and mitts.
Jumping waves, shivering shoulders, sandy wet towels balled up on the sand.
Bologna sandwiches on white bread with orange Kraft singles
the red Coleman jug filled with Kool-Aid to share,
with individual juice boxes, yogurts,
cheese stix individually wrapped in plastic sleeves
They’ll feel the pull of the waves when they lie down to sleep tonight – back & forth in the tide as though they are still at the shore. And then sleep will come deeply after a day of fresh air.
I’d be freckled with a peeling nose and bleached bangs. But our little kids are more carefully sunscreened, although still free & alive at the beach…and loving it just like we…still do.