Midsummer night. Mama, Ben, Aunt Dean, Addie and I danced with sparklers and firecrackers in the driveway to the sound of a drum Mama brought back from Ireland.
I�ve been trying for midsummer festivities for years.
The moon was a perfect Dorito orange, though it�s not technically full until tomorrow night.
I dance around in circles singing these days at Camp, then come home to an equally innocent celebration with deeper historical roots. Then again, is there anything more deeply historically rooted than women teaching women? People teaching people what it means to be strong.