Hard to believe fall is almost here. My thoughts wander to the summer past. I think, with a growing sense of wistfulness, about a few golden days at the beach, shared with friends. And about one peculiar evening at the seawall in Narragansett, R.I. Amazing how an entire season becomes encapsulated in a single significant memory...a main event…
When I was in the classroom one of the joys of summer vacation was having some unhurried time to read. Not lesson plans, emails, state standards, or the rest of the minutia of school. The feeling of setting my chair near the shore and settling in, the lazy luxury of soft sand sifting between my toes, the smell of coconut lotion, and the feeling of warm air buffeting my skin – this was always the backdrop to a book. Anita Shreve, Sue Monk Kidd, Pat Conr
It’s a question all authors ask, whether they’re in first grade or fifth, whether they’re still wet behind the ears or an award-winning, well-published professional.
