The sun sank into Southeast Florida in the balmy butt-crack of winter. I’d just turned fourteen and this was my eighth move—a VW van, a sailboat, and six houses. I glanced out the picture window of our cement block cracker box at R.J. and the neighbor kids riding...
The sun sank into Southeast Florida in the balmy butt-crack of winter. I’d just turned fourteen and this was my eighth move—a VW van, a sailboat, and six houses. I glanced out the picture window of our cement block cracker box at R.J. and the neighbor kids riding...
During August I’ll be blogging about Our Lady of the Hills Camp near Hendersonville, North Carolina–now owned by Highland Lake Inn. I transplanted the camp to a Florida beach town and fictionalized camp memories for my novel, Kicking Eternity. An...
I stood in the galley slapping together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for my lunch at St. Hugh’s. Dad walked the length of the cabin and started up the companionway. I scrunched my nose. “Peew! What’s that smell?” Dad was full of smells, like a mid-Eastern...
