Wednesday, July 15, 2015


I like the evenings of vacations. The kids wind down with games and puzzles. The adults do their own thing - either play with the kids or read or relax with a beverage. Most evenings the TV is silent, the living room is quiet, most places are quiet. 

I spent one evening taking photos of the moon as it rose over the water. I played with all of the settings on my camera, trying to get the perfect shot. 

I don't claim to be a great photographer, but I enjoy it. 

I don't claim to be a great writer, but I enjoy that, too. So I'm playing with my writing again, now that vacation is over and we're home. Soon I'll share some writing with you, too.

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Wednesday, July 1, 2015


Legs not to scale.
 Every summer, I promise that I will get back to writing. It seems like the perfect time. No school, no schedule.

Every summer, I am so wrong.

There is a schedule, and because there is no school, it is not something that can easily fit on a calendar. We have sleepovers, driveway basketball, music lessons, sport camps and "free time," all trying to fit in one square. I spend more time than I care to admit trying to determine how many minutes I have before I need to get back in the car, either to pick up or drop off or squeeze something in before the next thing.

But hanging over all of this is the shadow of what I want to do.