Here is the friends' plan: The beach, a budget, split costs; Three girls, one mother. I waited to act, thinking they might lose interest. But they persisted. [Leaving home brings a familiar anxiety: What if the world ends?] Long miles of highway, Some chatter and snacks. Music. They sleep, and I drive. It's like old … Continue reading Beach haiku.
I crave the mountains. Right up until the minute I set foot on a beach.
Perhaps what I meant was actually this: When my children were little, during the age of great dependency, I sometimes, oftentimes, struggled in my job as their mother. My struggles were laid bare most visibly on weekends, holidays and vacations. Particularly at the beach. **** Once, we loaded the last bag in the car at … Continue reading Starfish gazing.
By the time you are reading this, if I didn't make a mistake in scheduling this post and if you are the hot off the press, read as soon as it's published sort of reader, I'll be about halfway to the beach. If you're from here (meaning Memphis), then you know exactly, give or take … Continue reading Life’s a beach.