A Day at the Beach or Processing Disgust

The chilled ocean air whips past my face. Seagulls flap in lazy circles and sandpipers run back and forth with the surf. I keep a tight hold on the pages of my book and glance up, shading my eyes from the sun, looking for my husband’s silhouette in the waves. By the time Alex returns,Continue reading “A Day at the Beach or Processing Disgust”