Tag Archives: #raisingwildchild

Sunday

Growing up in southern New Hampshire, the summer sky often skimmed over with smeary white humidity, and I spent a lot of my childhood summers reading library books on the cool front porch behind the trumpet vine. Our box fan … Continue reading

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Mini Road Trip

Last night, as my younger daughter was getting into bed, her sister says, Want to go on a field trip? In the dark , we drive around the mountain on our dirt road, passing precisely no other vehicle, and suddenly the … Continue reading

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