Ramona Blue

by Julie Murphy

I feel her dissolving into a memory already.

Water has always been my siren song. Any kind of water—oceans, lakes, pools. There’s something about being weightless that makes me think anything is possible. My whole body exhales in a way that it can’t when I’m standing on land.

At what point does another’s person’s extraordinary become your ordinary?

It seems to me that childhood ends and adult life begins the moment you stop believing your parents can rescue you.

wherever I can find water, I can find home. I am home.