To accept the calling to write and shine should be so easy, right? I mean, it’s my favorite pastime after all. Creating and getting thoughts out and learning and expressing and connecting and sharing. 490 more words
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We were on vacation.
We went for two weeks every summer. One week to my mom’s parents’ in the east, which usually involved one day at the ocean and fun cousins; and one week to my dad’s mom’s in the South, which involved a huge, mostly empty haunted feeling house with three floors and two staircases as well as nearly abandoned mountain top property and a dirty river to swim in. 423 more words
In the town where I was born lived a man who had a wife and two children. And so we sailed into the sun.
While I became closer to my mother as an adult, when I was a child we did not connect, even though I spent most of my early childhood days and evenings completely alone with her, isolated, in the farmhouse. 1,011 more words