Hopscotch, jump rope, playing in the garden.
Pinwheels, cartwheels, running through sprinklers.
Spinning til dizzy.
Tree climbing, freeze tag, racing downhill on roller skates. 60 more words
My younger stepson, Z, formerly Hockey Boy, graduated from college this past weekend. His entire family is devoutly proud of him. He studied civil engineering with an emphasis in construction management and a minor in structures, played college level hockey for the first two years, and worked as a cook in a campus bar for the last two. 272 more words
I’ve spent the last couple years trying to find my artistic voice. Ultimately, this is a lifelong journey – an artist finds her voice, people recognize her work without having to read a sign or look for a signature on a piece and then, somewhere down the line, just like happens when people grow from childhood into our teens, the voice alters. 726 more words