The Pool – a Memory

I lived right down the street from the neighborhood pool as a kid. This was a good thing because no matter how much I begged my parents to put a pool in our backyard, they said no. I cannot remember a time I couldn't swim, I love to swim, and the water is my happy … Continue reading The Pool – a Memory

Coming Out of Hiding

It's July 1, and I realized I had absolutely nothing to write in June. I was busy being quiet, watching, learning, absorbing, grieving, and trying to make sense of everything that's going on in the world. When I feel confused and scared, I don't have a lot to write about. I fear pissing people off. … Continue reading Coming Out of Hiding