Happiness. It's relative.
I pushed the button for the 14th floor, the tower suite. I got off the elevator and looked down at my feet. I was barefoot. This seemed crazy to me although I often go barefoot, not to meetings, though, never before had I been… Continue Reading “Golden”
My father threw me off the end of the dock. It was his way of showing me that I could swim if I had to. Maybe this sounds heartless, but it was actually brilliant. He knew the longer a kid worried about swimming, watched… Continue Reading “Little Girl Makes a Big Splash”
Swing, plaid skirt flying Fists on chains, tight, white knuckles Secret flying, solo
I pushed the button for the 14th floor, the tower suite. I got off the elevator and looked down at my feet. I was barefoot. This seemed crazy to me although I often go barefoot, not to meetings, though, never before had I been… Continue Reading “Golden”
This is a repost. I went looking for posts talking about luck and found this one. We had it good – those of us who were able to grow up without worry. We were lucky.
I wish I had been less worried. If you ask me how I wish my childhood had been different, that would be my answer. I wish I had been less worried. It’s not a good thing for a child to be worried. Every day.… Continue Reading “Wishing for Monsters Under the Bed”
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