Playing a new game

A few days before my family and I left for a vacation in California, my little one told me that she had been reading my blog, and it made her sad. It’s certainly not something that I wanted to hear, so I decided to ask her why. “You tell stories about the run and jumpContinue reading “Playing a new game”

Meeting the wave

Thursday morning, Newcomb Hollow Beach. The ocean is doing what it always has; powerful waves are assaulting the shore, over and over again. The pounding of the water is preceded by the cresting of the waves. Surfers would sneer at their size, for sure, and locals wouldn’t be impressed, because they’ve surely seen bigger onesContinue reading “Meeting the wave”