“M, once a week, every week, in 2014″
M has a few happy places but I think the happiest of them all is on a beach. I know it has something to do with my casual attitude once the sun kisses my cheeks and my toes feel the sand but mostly, I think she belongs in such a free space. She can run without me hounding her to stay near. She can build and tear down sand castles with pride. Nobody is trying to fix her messy hair or even make her wear bottoms if she doesn’t want to. Happy.