I love the little white fish in the midst of all the orange. I love that none of the other fish seem to care about, or even notice, the difference as they silently make their way past my camera lens. I could watch fish swim for hours: the tank in my childhood living...
My child learned to swim this summer. This might not be a terribly interesting statement, until you have a little more detail to go with it. My child is in third grade. My child struggled with a fear of putting his head underwater his entire life. Just asking my child...
If I could go back in time, I’d leave this letter for my 12-year-old self to find: August 19, 1988 Dear Michelle, I know you’ve been enjoying your summer vacation, especially now that your mom allows you to go to the pool with one of your best friends for a few...
As the years march forward, I realize I’m a bit of a hermit. Well, not a hermit exactly, but a person who never finds peaceful, quiet moments to be boring. Perhaps that’s due to the fact that my life with two children contains very few peaceful, quiet...
When I saw the heavy fog that clung to the horizon on a particularly humid day at the seaside, I thought of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and how the children sail to the waterfall that marks the end of the earth. The fog on this day seemed like a soft, pale curtain,...
