The traveling swan

“To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, to gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.”

Hans Christian Andersen

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Published by Kathy Simmons

I am an ex New Yorker who still misses the vibrancy of the city. I seek out the humor in every day life and relay it through my stories in the hope others will appreciate as well. I love to write about growing up with my fantastically unique Irish mother whose memory inspires me every day. Although she is no longer with us, her antics are an endless staple for my tales. I currently live in Connecticut with my husband, two sons and toy fox terrier Anabel.

One thought on “The traveling swan

  1. The beautiful swan seems lost, no company no friend. No ducklings to take care of, to protect from man. I was eight years old, lived in Rawalpindi, a city in Pakistan. That afternoon I wanted to find a shortcut home. There was this huge swan with her little babies. I was yards away. I wasn’t aware she’d lower her neck and come after me. I screamed and ran as fast as my legs could carry me out of there. I learned my lesson, after that experience I did not look for shortcut home. 🙂

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