Barb and I sat amicably as we watched the sun set, eating cheese and drinking wine as we discussed various topics. The mosquitoes were pretty persistent, so our conversation was punctuated with slaps and scratching. I kept my eye on my watch, knowing I had to give out the evening meds. As the time approached…

“For sure! That reminds me. We will be having an open studio Monday night. You can do whatever you would like, but shall I save you a spot on the pottery wheel?” “Yes please! That sounds fun. I, admittedly, don’t have much artistic talent but I do enjoy the process.” I thought back to my…

“You are waaaay to kind.” I said to Barb as I sat back into the patio chair and let the rich dark wine warm me from the inside. I took a deep breath and relaxed. I felt the blush in my cheeks begin to fade. Barb’s compliment had embarrassed me. I did not feel like…

I practically skipped along the road like a giddy school girl the rest of the way to the director’s cottage. I ran up the wooden steps to the deck and knocked on the sliding glass door as I caught my breath and peered inside. I could see Barb wrestling with the wine opener. She had…

I wiped down the counters, prepped the evening medications and locked up the office. I giddily ran up the stairs to my room. The kids were off with the child care counselors, just as Barb had promised! I rifled through my clothes trying to find something that looked presentable and didn’t have an overwhelming ‘camp’…