Freezing Time
The sunny days seemed endless when I was young and summers were run by my mother. She was big on dreamy outings requiring picnic baskets, bathing suits and the occasional frisbee. She would marshal my brother and me and our friends into the station wagon and off we went to pick fruit and, later, to run up and down the sand dunes along Lake Michigan. The amusement park was an annual pilgrimage, even though every year she would, either after the roller coaster or some spinning ride, be bent over a rail vomiting. But she insisted that we return, summer after summer. In later years, she discovered Dramamine. Continue reading ›