Cartwheels in the Sand
When I was a child, I learned to turn a cartwheel. Since then, life has never really been the same. Something about turning end over end sideways and landing, face to the sun, arms in the air, was like grasping life, breath, and joy. Whenever I found a large open space - the finished basement of my favorite cousin's house, a long driveway, my spacious grassy front yard, and most exciting, the beach - I would cartwheel and cartwheel, in lines, circles, and squares, until I was dizzy with glorious headiness, nausea, and delight. This collection is about the things in life that make us dizzy with life - nature, love, friendship, family, heartache, and more.