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Summer and My Truest Self

I’ve always loved summer best. Maybe it’s in part because there’s no school, no work and that freedom for ten weeks is quite blissful. Or maybe it’s a bit more than that. There’s nothing more fun, more liberating, than shedding my work wardrobe in favor of a drawer full of cut off shorts, tank tops, bare feet and shoulders. The absence of work to fully occupy my mind leaves me room to return to my creative life, writing. And thinking about writing. For instance, I’m currently working on two (yes, two!) creative projects. At the moment, I’ve just come back …

Flying

My favorite seat on a plane is by the window. Most people like the aisle seat because they can stretch their legs out every now and then. But I’m happiest curled up peering out that small window. Yesterday as we headed home, I was there by the window watching the mountains, lakes, roads, and clouds go by. The sky was blue just overhead, but far away in the distance, there was lightening: three bolts touched down. I could see the rain falling, too. We actually flew through some clouds next, and I remembered Roald Dahl’s chapters about the Cloud Men …

Postcards

I’m a little late doing my spring cleaning. But it’s summer, and I have time to go through all of those piles of papers that have been growing around my living room. I came across a bundle of postcards. I couldn’t just file them away without opening the bundle and looking through the cards. When my son was in fourth grade, his teacher worked hard to help her students understand the world, the globe, and geography. To help out on my end, I asked traveling friends and family to send my son postcards. We still have the impressive collection of …