When I was a child, somebody put a big, blue plastic camera in my grubby hands. I got older and the cameras got fancier and I “studied” photography in high school then college and I took a LOT of photos. So now I’m going to post my photos in no particular order with stories that may or may not have something to do with what’s in them – my new experiment in creative confidence.
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I don’t remember what we did that night. Probably picked out movies and puzzles for the trip. And a book on tape to get us through the drive.
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In the morning, we stopped at a bagel shop. Mary and I stood next to each other gazing bleary eyed into the refrigerator looking for a drink. Then in unison, we said “Oooh, peach-orange tea!”
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And that’s how Mary and I became friends.
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The beauty of the trip was that I didn’t have to make appearances at dinners or kiss babies or squeeze into the family photo. I just mixed piña coladas, soaked up the sun, read a few books, and existed.
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I’ve gone with them almost every year since.
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Ashley comes too. And for a week, we are three grown-ass women sleeping in bunk beds. We put together puzzles and watch movies and make friendship bracelets.
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When it’s our turn to make dinner, I make the main dish, Mary makes a side, and Ashley tackles dessert. We used to all cook together but I kept rechopping the things I gave to Mary and apparently that’s not fun for her.
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📷 This is also photo of life at the beach.