I have post-summer-camp-itis. It’s that dis-ease that settles in once sleep finally revisits your eyelids, your bags are unpacked, musty clothes shuttled to (but not necessarily back from) the laundry,…
Category: <span>Wanderings and Travel</span>
The day was supposed to end in a cousin sleepover: Sleeping bags, drooly pillows, tangled feet, snarled hair, open mouths ushering in and out child snores, and fun. Lots and…
By the end of the day, one little boy was fast asleep with a puddle of drool soaking into his monkey car pillow. Two little girls were giggling over the…
Last night found me stalking bull frogs around the perimeter of a neighbor’s pond. My feet squelched in grass boggy from regurgitating the over-abundant rains of the past week. Little…
At my toes, I’m measuring a temperature of 8 degrees. Slightly warmer around my cheeks–maybe 10. And don’t get me started on the wind chill. With the blustery breezes of…
Coming to Edisto Island for Thanksgiving is kind of like spring cleaning for the heart. Just as I’ve started to hunker down for winter, closing off rooms to keep the…