Just back from a quick trip to the Cape and feeling a bit overwhelmed by the speed of life. It was a three-day trip and we packed in a lot of time outdoors, a couple of beaches and bike rides and a few margaritas. There were friends in Provincetown to drink with and the weather … Continue reading Tidal time
Category: beauty
Reasons to rejoice
Never in my life have I ever used the word "rejoice," other than as a Christmas carol or hymn lyric. It hasn't been in my vocabulary. Yet, when I stepped into the shower yesterday and the water temperature was ideal, when my skin, which had been completely drenched in sweat during a 75 minute hot … Continue reading Reasons to rejoice
Fear of travel
I had a conversation recently with a woman a bit older than I. She was retiring from a job she had held for 15 or 20 years, a job she had done very well for all of those years. It hadn't paid her much, but her true calling had been motherhood and she had only … Continue reading Fear of travel
Cracked
In the early 90s I visited Washington for the first time. It was easy to see why it was such a magnet for creative, artistic people. There were mountains, rivers, desert, islands, and even a rain forest, to inspire and awe, and as a tourist, I fell in love. I'm no camper, but I'd go … Continue reading Cracked
Sweat, sauna, suds
I know there's some kind of Jersey saying about gym, tan and something else, but I'm a New York girl, not a New Jersey one, so my trio of activities is a bit different. First, I took a run. In all honesty, I wasn't too excited about getting outside again not knowing what the weather … Continue reading Sweat, sauna, suds
6 days of skiing
After a couple of lackluster seasons of cross country skiing, March has been redemptive and the timing couldn't have been better. For me, that is. On Sunday, March 10, I ran a half marathon under challenging conditions. The next day I recovered with a 90 minute massage and the day after that we received 20" … Continue reading 6 days of skiing
Coming clean
I've got a thing about soap. Growing up, it was all about Ivory and sometimes, if I could get my hands on my mother's, Dove. To this day, the scent of either can bring me right back to childhood. Not a bad thing at all, unlike that time when I washed my face with the … Continue reading Coming clean
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