This little (big) child of mine, can't believe he's nearly nine. ((sung in the melody of "this little light of mine)) ❤️⭐️🌞 This nice and close capture from our time in Narragansett this summer, eating super melty ice cream cones. Sticky fingers and sticky faces were definitely a part of the experience 🍦😁.
“The more I wrote, the more I became a human being. The writing may have seemed monstrous to some, for it was a violation, but I became a more human individual because of it. I was getting the poison out of my system.“ Henry Miller. ▫️ And so begins a reading marathon of memoirists who used writing to explore and survive life’s inevitable thrashing.