My memoirs continue to grow. In this next episode of "Swimming Through My Life" I finally learn to swim.
Check it out under Non-Fiction: Memoirs: Swimming Through My Life or go right to the spot with this:
LINK
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I've been writing again. It's a non-fiction memoir that tells a story of a time in Orange, California in the late 1960s. My dear friend Jean sent a photo from those happy times, and it sparked my memory of an incident that happened at The Crocodile . . . 
Here's a link.

Swimming Through My Life: Laguna Beach

Today I sit in a cold Baltimore basement. Don't get me wrong; I love my life; I love my basement and first floor apartment in a "Painted Lady" on a street of row houses built in 1876. I love living close to my wonderful children and that grandbaby of mine - River Jacques J'Vera. I love living close to my brother and his wonderful and their charming son . . . but . . .
I long for the West Coast. I pine for the fragrant trees. I miss the Pacific Ocean - well the coast of the USA that borders on that ocean. The Atlantic is a mud puddle to me. Just dirty bath water . . . and so many bugs . . . but that's another story. Today, I present to you a story of my younger days, learning to swim as I swam through my life.
It's in non-fiction under "Memoirs" or
Here's a LINK.