What are you going to do with your one wild and precious life?
He stood in front of us with his purple speedo and matching purple goggles. They were both so tight his body was turning the same shade of purple. Large tufts of gray hair protruded from his large ears and thin lips curved up into a smile as he saw my sister and I approach.
“You must be so cold! You’re shivering! Jump in the warm water.” Our teacher said.
I turned to my sister trying to control my body shaking with laughter. We both had laughing tears flowing from our horror stricken eyes as we watched our teacher dive clumsily into the pool. Thinking he was still cool we smiled.
Laugh a little.
Love a lot.
I’m going to enjoy life with a grand smile spread across my face and my heart full of love.
By Sally Gillen
Why do I write?
Why do I write? I write because, quite literally, I would go insane. I have a need to voice what gets trapped in my head, my biggest fears, my anger and resentment, and the things I’m most grateful for.
Which brings me to kids. I write for them because I love them. Every single one. Even the ones that test me the most. They are a wonderful audience, although occasionally a bit attention deficit. They offer inspiration and honest criticism, as only the purest of souls can do.
So, maybe I write for the child in me. The one who didn’t have a chance to express herself or tell others how she really felt.
By Sharon Hargett
Sacred Place
Sunshine filtering through the canopy of trees, water cascading over the rocks, footsteps on the pine needle carpet – this is my sanctuary, my retreat, my home away from home. The Colorado Trail. Hiking here is a weekly activity during three seasons of the year. Sometimes, I share it with my husband, and canine child, but most of the time, it’s MINE. And early in the morning, it can be. The path is imprinted on my brain by now, so it makes walking effortless.
By Sue Mooney