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...
Returning to the Cabin in the Woods
We drove down the long road until it turned to gravel. When we hit the rocks and dust stirred around the van, I knew we were almost there. The excitement grew as I unloaded and rode down the pathway to my cabin for the week. Camp was about to begin and I would soon...
Breaking the Silence of an Ordinary Day
Writing has been nonexistent for the past six weeks. I didn’t mean to stop and I wasn’t trying to lose my momentum. I wrote my way through January, 500 words at a time. That month I only missed a couple of days, but I set aside blogging during the process. I guess I...![[Memoir Mondays] Stuck at Home, part three](https://lauracrobb.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/MemoirMondays_header.jpg)