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Road Trip: The Long Way to Disneyland, part 2

Ocean Beach, California~

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Ocean Beach, California. Jerry took this picture moments before a wave washed over him, drenching his shoes and pants.

“C’mon Jerry, get in the water.”

“Nah, I don’t feel well. I’m having a reaction to the medication I stopped taking. I’m going back to the car.”

Jerry wanders back to the car leaving me grinning while standing in the rolling surf with my jeans rolled up.

I stroll along the surf, do some beachcombing, and realize how soothing it feels to have bare feet in wet sand. The desert and the mountains hold a beauty and a soothing aspect of their own. But neither have wet sand with rushing surf frothing around your legs. read more

Taking Walks Where the Wild Things Are

(Warning: the following info is on my author page. But in case you haven’t gone back to that page, thought I’d share.)

 Author bio, Bronwyn Wilson

Missionary to the coffee-deprived; seeker of humor in everyday life; slave to two cats; passionate gardener, writer, traveler, shoe-shopper, lover of walks where the wild things are, like egrets and great blue herons.

 

Butchart Gardens in Victoria, B.C. feels like wandering inside a beautiful painting. My favorite spot in the world.

A visit to Butchart Gardens in Victoria, B.C. feels like wandering inside a beautiful painting. My favorite spot in the world.

 How my life calling as a writer began:

I wrote my first novel in the fourth grade, an edge-of-your seat story titled, When Baby Goes A Strollering. I stole the title from a magazine advertisement. My story opens with 10-year-old cub scouts hiking past a house and suddenly noticing flames spewing from the windows. With no concern of their cub scout uniforms getting singed, the twins sprint into the burning home and rescue a baby girl. My paperback novel had a cover made of construction paper with magazine cut-out illustrations. I never sent it to a publisher or showed it to anyone other than my mom, (and so the world missed out on this, my first literary work). read more