I can’t help but swell up, just a smidge, with pride in my country.
I can’t help but swell up, just a smidge, with pride in my country.
I’m going to just keep starting. Over and over and over and over and over again until it sticks.
Oh, I’m not going to start this post with a ‘sorry I haven’t posted in a while’. Nope, not gonna happen. Why? Simple. I’m not sorry.
As we go through life we lose our innocence. A little here, some more over there. It’s different for everyone. It’s similar, too.
Tweet I miss the ocean. Having grown up around the Atlantic makes living so far away from it somewhat disorienting. The pull of the waves as they are drawn out to sea. The lapping over ones feet causing them to sink into the sand like magic. The constant push/pull keeping balance, establishing a rhythm. Blogging…
