After flying into Seattle on Saturday and spending a few days along the Strait of Juan de Fuca, on Tuesday, we drove to Moclips, Washington, where we stayed at a “resort” on the beach. (Turns out that every place to stay along the Pacific Ocean in that area was called a “resort.”) Our place boastedContinue reading “We Have a Toddler”
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Sister Friend Daughter
The paramedic looked at me and said, “Are you Daughter?” I thought of what it must look like from her perspective as I held the ice pack to Coryn’s bloody head with her purse over my arm. “Yes. Yes, I am.” Two hours earlier, I had walked in the front door of my house, changedContinue reading “Sister Friend Daughter”