One of my favorite summer memories involves a garbage bag. Classic summer, right? ūüėČ Okay so maybe not. But if you will, picture two¬†large plastic bags on the grass, with a green¬†garden hose coiled nearby. And these two trouble makers problem solvers pursuers of possibility (who did not live near a pool at the time) My sister B and me, Lake Michigan¬† Then add water. Up to our chins. Until we are blowing bubbles across the surface of our non-Olympic… Read more »

  I like the idea of summer. It really does feel like a new beginning. Or at least a chance to catch my breath. Even though I’m not in school anymore, I’ve been anticipating the shift into this new season. Yeah there may still be work to do (and troubles to deal with) but I’ve been looking forward to¬†longer days, sunnier days…days that somehow seem open for MORE. Well, more of the things that seem to allow you the space… Read more »