Looking Back on the Camp Days

Looking Back on the Camp Days

empty stables on the right where the horses lived and I visited every afternoon to groom, to feed, to ride even if I had to sit sideways the edge of the woods on the left by the parking lot, still gravel, and the main building we used to call the “dining...
Returning to the Cabin in the Woods

Returning to the Cabin in the Woods

We drove down the long road until it turned to gravel. When we hit the rocks and dust stirred around the van, I knew we were almost there. The excitement grew as I unloaded and rode down the pathway to my cabin for the week. Camp was about to begin and I would soon...
[Memoir Mondays] Stuck at Home, part three

[Memoir Mondays] Stuck at Home, part three

Ninth grade. The whole idea of a new school left me in anticipation of great things to come. I don’t remember being afraid of starting high school. Moving up to a bigger school where I didn’t know many of the students didn’t scare me. It was a new experience. I saw it...
[Memoir Mondays] Stuck at Home, part three

[Memoir Mondays] Stuck at Home, part one

February 20, 1993             When I woke up, I felt happy. I could go home today! I packed my things so I would be ready. (Well, my Mom and Dad helped me pack my stuff.)             In the afternoon, a nurse helped me into a wheelchair. They pushed me downstairs to...