Erica Parfit
Bio
I enjoy writing. Here are some things I've written.
Stories (2/0)
Unconditional Love
This morning, as I drove and the sun rose, the song “Good Life” by OneRepublic came on. I used to play this song for my oldest son when he was really little - too young to really understand the words. I’d play it for him and dance around the room, holding his tiny self and telling him he was going to have a “good good life”. Now he’s 10. He is full of exuberance and joy and believes in magic and knows inherently that he is going to have a good good life.
By Erica Parfit2 years ago in Humans
July 21, 1991
July 21, 1991 It is a summer day. I’m with my family. We are staying at my Aunt and Uncle’s lodge and winery. A magical place. The logs are as big around as the wheels on our car. There are always delicious smells coming from the kitchen, and we laugh every day. When my Uncle Brian laughs, it booms into the walls and then bounces down into all of the rest of us. There are four little kittens that cause a lot of hilarity with their tumbling. There are four of us kids. Me, my brother David, and my cousins Katie and Molly. I’m the oldest at fourteen. We have family everywhere. My grandpa and his longtime girlfriend, aunts and uncles, my dad. It is my favorite thing, being surrounded by family. The other day we went whitewater rafting. A few nights ago we all camped out on the deck under the stars. The days are filled with kittens, water, good food, reading, and playing. This is what summer is supposed to be.
By Erica Parfit2 years ago in Families
