Balancing Acts
April 6, 2018[…] blue of the expanse of endless water on a sunny day, the smooth, almost-white sand of the beaches against which the incoming waves curled and frothed, she wanted to throw out her arms and […]
[…] blue of the expanse of endless water on a sunny day, the smooth, almost-white sand of the beaches against which the incoming waves curled and frothed, she wanted to throw out her arms and […]
[…] beak, and chirped tentatively into the gray and somber dawn. By the time we got to Long Beach and picked up Mr. Meyers, the grumbling of early morning traffic had already begun. As we […]
[…] As the girl who wore the shortest skirts, But that was before Brother Whozit went To Long Beach Stake and told them to repent. Since then her wardrobe’s never been the same. She knew […]
[…] the magnitude of character required by authentic experience is that of a lone individual standing on a beach in front of a tidal wave, in terrible dread of the future, and yet consciously willing […]
[…] never forget the day at the lake when I skidded the jet ski right up to the beach—only to discover that I was not parked next to my family; I was standing in my […]
[…] Wife leaves, takes the kid with her, and I’m in the dumps. It’s like when my first beach cruiser got ripped off. Dub and I are fifteen and we got cruisers and we’re cruising. […]
[…] off the wall toward the bay sand. Face sulking, the child was carried back to the corner beach-front home. Charlotte sighed. Nothing was saving her. She began her trek back to her little blue […]
[…] that will radiate out of the hyper-charged souls of the victorious. When I awoke, alone on a beach some fifty miles from where I had first gone for a swim, I realized that the […]
[…] land, arrange for a working breakfast, and probably schedule a golf game or two. Down on the beach, children were making sand castles or chasing the waves, and dozens of heads bobbed in the […]