We Make Our Mark in Life One Person at a Time
This morning, as I was walking back to my tiny trailer from my long, hot shower in the campground restroom, I saw in the distance a woman and seven children emerging from the tent section. […]
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I Was Kind to Myself Today
It’s 9 p.m. and I’m just now sitting down for the hour of creative writing I’ve committed to do each day. I normally do my writing around 2 p.m., just before the dog and I […]
On the Road Again After a 2-Month Refuge for the Pandemic
I’m sitting here in my air conditioned trailer, working on the 27-inch iMac across from me, trying to process my feelings about leaving this campground where I’ve sheltered in place for 2 months. My time […]
Letter to the Hot Mess in the Rusted Van
Dear Hot Mess in the Rusted Van: I walked the whole campground looking for you. Where did you go? The first and last I saw of you was about two hours ago when you were […]
I Got a Workout and I Got to Make Amends
A few hours ago, I got a good workout, like at the gym. I did squats and reaches and lifts and pulls. I wasn’t at the gym however. I was moving my camp from one […]
Life in the Campground: Found Flowers
So I was taking my morning walk with my dog and I came across an empty campsite with two fresh bunches of flowers in mason jars on the picnic table. The people across the way […]