We slowly draw closer in the enveloping blackness. My porch light illuminates his brown face as we slowly draw closer, collapsing the distance of our night together. Crickets cheer us on in this game of chance, shouting their approval at the score that we both shall obtain in just a few seconds.
In 1938, my grandparents bought some land on the western shores of the Chesapeake Bay. Breathtaking and beautiful, the property captivated my grandmother who fell in love with the woods and streams, the Calvert Cliffs, and almost two thousand feet of undisturbed beach. My grandparents built a rustic, unfinished house there and the family photo […]