THE NARRATIVE ARC

My Hard Times Are Like the Ocean’s Undertow

I have to move with them, even when I fall

Photo by Nolan Marketti on Unsplash

Ever since I was a little girl, I have adored the ocean. During my New England summers, I could stay in the frigid water for hours. My goosebumps got goosebumps. My blue lips and chattering teeth betrayed my reassurances to my mother that I could stay in longer. I…