Memories floating through spacious time, January til June and then July a month of independence and celebration Bonfires and Hotdogs a...

There’s sand in my sandwich, Sand on my head, Sand wedged in places Best left unsaid. Only the beach Could pull off such a caper: I came...

Fireworks crack outside our window. “Aren’t they done yet? Don’t they realize people have kids in these homes?” Another loud boom....