These days are golden. Or that’s what I tell myself as we head to the river. It’s what I told myself in June or May even, before school was out, the day we drive down to the bay to buy oysters. The day we sit in sunshine and eat cinnamon rolls in the afternoon for…
Author: Life Along The River
Five Things That Scare Me
1. It isn’t death that scares me. You think it would be at the top of the list but it’s too vague. I insist on something more tangible. A late night phone call, a stranger at the door. Knives. Today snow falls fast and persistent, as if it will cover the ground, as if it…
La Ruta Maya
The day is hot and dusty when the bus from Cancun drops us. We get off at the wrong stop and bicker about the mile or so walk we have to get to Tulum. In the midday heat our backpacks feel stone heavy and we quickly languish. I am the first to stick out my…
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