Beach House

Whenever I take off my boots in our foyer, I inevitably step, sock-footed, into a puddle of melted snow...just one more way winter has itself a good chuckle at my expense. ...Continue Reading »

When I first relaunched this site, I told you I would be transferring posts from the old site over to this new one. So that’s just what I did...I’d open up the old site, choose an old post, read the old post and then lie down next to my desk on the floor until the muscle relaxer I’d taken kicked in. Every word I read was processed in my brain and then sent down into my body where it responded by contorting and contracting in embarrassment.

If you could see my face when I read those old posts, you’d think I was watching circus bears riding bikes around in circles until they fell on the cross bars. Bear crotch injury isn’t easy to watch. ...Continue Reading »

One of our favorite things to do, when we lived on the beach, was to take walks down the shore after dinner.  ...Continue Reading »

Seriously though... ...Continue Reading »