Surprised by Summer

Surprised by Summer

I started last summer with a list. Cloud gazing. Firefly catching. Bird watching. Running through sprinklers. I was all set to lead my kids on a tour of the season’s simple joys. Strawberry picking. Bare feet on grass. A boat ride on the lake with friends. I had plans...
Gift at Low Tide

Gift at Low Tide

Palms waved on Palm Sunday, fronds rattling, applause in the wind. I walked hand-in-hand with my firstborn toward our abandoned umbrella, its fringe fluttering near the shoreline. Bare feet shuffled over sandy cobblestone, felt the grit, the heat. I clicked my tongue...