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Coming Home to You: A Series of Articles About Learning to Feel Settled Again: #3
Going With the Flow
--By Chris Rummer Copeland © 2004
View to the Sound
© Rosemary Antell 2004
www.rosemaryantel.com
Warm summer days bring memories of swimming at the beach. On Long Island, where I grew up, this meant Jones Beach—miles and miles of fine white sand left by ancient glaciers at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean. Getting to Jones Beach was like swimming upstream with a horde of salmon, and on weekends, the traffic jams would clog the scenic parkways leading to the beach around the clock. As the line of cars slowly snaked its way to the Promised Land of surf, sand, and Saltwater Taffy, I, along with countless other children sang an endless refrain endless refrain of “Are we there yet?”-while parental tempers frayed and car engines overheated. Full text