FMF: When a Moment Turns into a Story to Tell
I could tell he was having a lot of fun. His little feet ran around, chasing the water squirting up from the ground. I watched from the side under the shade of the tree. My little nephew pulled my mom by the hand to the next mini fountain at the park earlier today. I...
A View of the Ocean, part two
This is Part Two of thoughts at the beach. Read Part One here. Day 3, morning It’s our last morning at the beach. My parents and I head home today. This is when the long ride is tiresome and I don’t want to sit in my wheelchair for hours. I wish we could tap our feet...
A View of the Ocean, part one
Today I’m sharing Part One of what I wrote at the beach last week. Come back tomorrow for the rest of it. Day 1, afternoon I’m writing with a view of the ocean. And the warm breeze blows through my beach-y hair. It’s a mess, but I don’t mind. We’re on vacation...
Looking Back on the Camp Days
empty stables on the right where the horses lived and I visited every afternoon to groom, to feed, to ride even if I had to sit sideways the edge of the woods on the left by the parking lot, still gravel, and the main building we used to call the “dining...