“Surf Camp?” my daughter, Taylor, asked. “Does anyone besides you call it Surf Camp?” “Taylor, it says Surf Camp on my rash guard.” “Wait. You’re wearing a rash guard?” When my friend Amy mentioned learning to surf was a dream… Read More ›
learning to surf
Crazy Old Lady Tricks: Next Up – Learning to Surf
Forty years ago, I left New Jersey for Michigan. There I went to school, met Pat, married, and never returned home for more than an occasional weekend. Those were the days before Facebook and unlimited free texting. Back then, when… Read More ›
The World In Between 