Let your why light the way.
Pontoon Boat Her pontoons bob on the lake. She welcomes riders, twelve in all. Her engine roars to life, and she slides away from the dock. Her red, white, and blue waves to those left behind. Our bodies are swallowed in her soft seats. Off we go. Passengers jump into the lake to escape the... Continue Reading →
“Mom, Reagan needs to go out!” I shout into the kitchen. “Not by yourself, Hillary, I’ll go with you in just a minute. I’m almost done with the dishes.” Click, click, click… clack… clack… clack. Reagan paces back and forth, back and forth. I am eight and a half. Certainly old enough to walk... Continue Reading →
Out of darkness, away from the group, I tumble, bumble, and land, SLAM! The cold ice smacks my black skin. Scraping, slamming, yelling, whistles. Practice begins. My fellow pucks and I sit, wait... A pair of skates approaches. WHACK! I slide across the sheet of ice. WHACK! Back again to meet another stick. WHACK!... Continue Reading →
We grab the leash, Walk out the front door, and begin our walk, Brennan and I. The sun has set on this Easter Monday, our first day back to school after break. The walk last night it was cold, cold, cold. The wind howled through our ears making them whistle in agony. Tonight, as the... Continue Reading →
I love a good challenge – always have. I thrive on the motivation and discipline it takes to meet a goal head-on. The Slice of Life Challenge is just that type of goal. I’ll admit, about five days in, I said to myself, “Ugg, I don’t have time for this.” But we all have the... Continue Reading →
The puppy-tail wagged so hard I thought it might fly right off. Reagan is not really a puppy at seven years- old. But when the family returns home after being gone for a week, her behavior is certainly puppy-ish. At the sound of our voices in the garage, she begins a frantic barking. I can... Continue Reading →
The birds stand together like a wall of feathers; if I counted, there might be twenty of them. The wind is whipping furiously on the gulf coast today. They still stand strong however, staring. I look towards their sight line, but there doesn't appear to be anything interesting to stare at. They are dapper gentlemen…... Continue Reading →
Brother A Super Uncle Thoughtful. kind. funny. surprise! New photographer.
Palm trees are not quiet. As they wave in the light wind, the palms clatter like a busy typewriter. For those of us who grew up in colder climates, palm trees are symbolic. Originally an (upstate) New Yorker, palm trees were a bit of a mysterious sight for me as a youth. We would travel... Continue Reading →
