It was supposed to be a short walk. I wanted to go down the street to the neighbor’s and come right back home. I thought it looked easy and I had been walking for a few years by now. I told my mom I could do it. I would do it. Because there’s no stopping me once I’ve...
I could tell he was having a lot of fun. His little feet ran around, chasing the water squirting up from the ground. I watched from the side under the shade of the tree. My little nephew pulled my mom by the hand to the next mini fountain at the park earlier today. I...
This is Part Two of thoughts at the beach. Read Part One here. Day 3, morning It’s our last morning at the beach. My parents and I head home today. This is when the long ride is tiresome and I don’t want to sit in my wheelchair for hours. I wish we could tap our feet...
Today I’m sharing Part One of what I wrote at the beach last week. Come back tomorrow for the rest of it. Day 1, afternoon I’m writing with a view of the ocean. And the warm breeze blows through my beach-y hair. It’s a mess, but I don’t mind. We’re on vacation...
A change of scenery. A break in the rhythm of daily life. I was reminded last week how good it is to change our normal routine every so often. This time my parents and I were able to go to the beach for a few days. Vacations take work to prepare, pack, plan meals, and...