By Mia Sheppard
Kids are like running, babbling brooks that never stop moving, the continual trickle of curiosity, flows.
From crawling to walking, to listening to her pronounce her first word, “mama” to completing a full sentence a couple years later, “why can’t a fish breath out of water?” Reminds me of my own curiosity as a child.
Tegan learns to row.
My mom was single most of my childhood, she worked hard to give us those simple pleasures such as a piece of candy or a new pair of shoes or playing hop scotch with us after work. She also made sure weekends where dedicated to spending time outdoors, forgetting about the dishes that needed to be done or the bills that needed paid.
At that time, youth and ignorance was bliss...Read More