Later it would be known as the hottest July 4th on record. On that day, the public pool was filled to the brim with every variation of suburban kid. I just wanted to fit in. But my mother made sure I was slathered with zinc oxide; my flowered bathing cap was securely clipped under my chin and my JC Penney bathing suit was properly fitted.
He lived for as long as was meant to be Just a pause in a full and lovely life No angel glow, no grand moments to see
When Summer Comes Back
She always knew when summer had come back Berries from the tree fell on the front drive Congealing shapes staining blood red and black
Grace under pressure, the newsman tries to explain Super-human power to absorb all this pain In times of such sadness, she searches for a way
Mrs. Wu and the special scissors
I was fortunate to have grown up on a suburban block with about 15 other kids all around the same ages. We would all ride our bikes until the sun set, play S.P.U.D. on the street and hang out at the local pool. Of course, the older kids got to hang out in the cool, teenage section, while us younger ones were relegated to always being near our parent’s view.
Wild Wild Horses
My husband and I were road tripping on the outskirts of Las Vegas, Nevada. There is such incredible beauty just outside of the neon lights and crowds of the strip. As we began the drive leading out of the Mount Charleston area, on a downhill section of the road, we came across a wide-open expanse of Joshua Trees. We pulled into a small dirt section of the road to explore and started snapping pics to clog up our social media feeds.