Writing hasn’t just taken a backseat. Writing fell out of the car five or six rest stops ago and is wandering along the highway with its thumb out, hoping for someone who is actually heading its way.
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Holding on to Happiness – Part Two
I’d like to say that I had some sort of epiphany that changed my life, but it wasn’t that specific. It was a gradual shift, a dawning awareness. . .
Holding on to Happiness – Part One
I turned back to see Dad, fallen, the waves pounding his back, pushing him over even as Mom struggled to pull him up. The next few minutes were a panicked blur of unrelenting surf that sent us staggering every time we thought we were gaining ground.