It is true that routine days can be the best days and we often take the simplicities of life for granted until they are gone. A couple...

Summer of ‘94. Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories on repeat. New Smyrna Beach, Florida (locally referred to as NSB) back when it was still being...

Summer of ‘83. Bob Seger playing on the radio. Little me, standing on the edge of the one lane wooden bridge, looking down to the man who’d recently promised he’d be my Dad in every way, I saw his assuring blue eyes, with arms wide open and smile so big. Daddy Billy was a few feet below me as I mustered up the courage to leap into the water. ‘Just jump little girl, I’ll catch you! We’re gonna learn how to swim today!’ (Stop- here’s where I could easily let my fingers dance on