The one with mud pies.
Category: Childhood
Over the Moon [Home]
1998 One of my earliest memories is of a dream. I’m not sure, exactly, how much of a dream it actually was. Sometimes, when my
Step One [Clearwater Beach, Florida]
As a child, I spent frequent summers traveling back and forth between the Florida beaches and my home state of Oklahoma, going from where the sun shone down, beating, on the pavement below to the Sunshine State where it settled instead on the push and pull of waves crashing against the shore. I didn’t question my privilege to explore the open world, then–I didn’t think to, not at the time. I was lucky.