Atlantic to Pacific
To think, I could just keep driving and driving and driving, never leave that highway and drive some more and after many hours, many days, maybe even a week or two, I would be in Boston.
Yaquina Head Lighthouse
This is the place our family often visits. This is the place where sea lions soak in the sun on seastacks or swim in the shallow water near the shore. When we bark, they bark back at us. This is the place where the beach is made of smooth, round gray cobblestones made...
It is October
. . . there is a light fog, a misty sort of fog. I let out my breath slowly in a long gentle puff. It swirls in front of my face before it drifts away.
The Color of Trash
“Remember. Put your plastic wrapper in the trashcan.”
Freed to Soar
With a sudden escalating roar, we launch forward like a rock from a boy’s sling.
If Today Gets Difficult
If today gets difficult, I will remember . . .
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