My mother says that when God was passing out hips and thighs, He gave her someone else’s.
Her sturdy lower half of her body just doesn’t quite fit her petite waist and slender shoulders. And I have inherited my mother’s body. The truth is that’s actually a pretty good thing. It means I was a fat baby, a skinny kid, and kept my fit teenage body all the way into mid-thirties. In fact, all three of my siblings and I looked like we were seventeen starting at the age of twelve until we were thirty-five. Well, now I am thirty-five.
When I told my older cousin about this piece I was writing he said, “Emily Dickinson, she was quite a recluse,” but that is not why I decided upon her for my piece.
Emily Dickinson – the now well known American Poet, was not well known in her time, and yet she created anyway. She had to, because writing was clearly one of the biggest parts of her purpose here on earth, to communicate these words in such a unique form that they now impact our lives today.
Summer can mean many different things.
To some, it means a time of traveling, adventure and a full schedule of fun and exploration. To others, it means relaxation – a time to recuperate and take a break from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Whatever summer means to you, take time to find the magic in each moment no matter what your plans are.
Summer’s almost here … can you feel it? The days are longer, the air is warmer, and sun’s brighter. Soon, the sound of splashing in the pool will fill our days and the smell of campfires will fill our nights.
I have many reasons I love summer so much: I love warmer weather; I live for barbecues in the backyard, and I yearn for days spent by the pool with a fluffy novel in my hand. What I love most, though, is that everything and everyone seem a little lighter during summer. Things feel more relaxed and people get a little more playful. It’s during the summer that I feel most alive and most like myself.