For the first time in 18 years I don’t have summer accommodations booked for Cape Cod. After last year’s trip, which took a lot out of all of us despite the great house and nearly all good company, and buying the restaurant which kind of put a new limit on the length of time I … Continue reading Sometimes life isn’t a beach
Category: Summer
The best intentions
While my focus these days is on looking forward, I want to take a moment to reflect upon my success in achieving some intentions I stated months ago when 10 weeks of summer loomed on the horizon. So, let's see...how did I do? Well, 4 of the items I didn't even come close to. I don't … Continue reading The best intentions
Comfortable in my own skin
I wish I knew when my body began to be more enemy than friend. I have distinct memories of admiring the strength of my body while still a girl in elementary school. My legs! I could push things with them! I could walk and run and play for hours without an iota of complaint from … Continue reading Comfortable in my own skin
SUP yoga – Take 2
Despite not having been impressed with the class I took last month in P'town, I decided to give stand up paddle boarding yoga a second try recently. Although I'm still not completely hooked on the concept, I had a much more positive experience this time around and that's saying a lot considering I was the … Continue reading SUP yoga – Take 2
Running into Grace
Driving through 3 states to bring one's child to school would probably constitute as a full enough day for most, but, you know me, always looking to kick it up a notch. The four-mile Moonlight in Vermont race provided the perfect opportunity to extend Saturday right into Sunday, and got me into my 4th state … Continue reading Running into Grace
(Sometimes) I want to be alone
(Said in a Greta Garbo voice, pronouncing want vant.) As I sat on the train heading south to Hudson on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, I considered my decision to take the trip solo. I had made two attempts to find a companion for the day, but didn't find a taker. No worries whatsoever. I'd been … Continue reading (Sometimes) I want to be alone
Answering the call of cheese
Or maybe I should say the call of The Cheese Traveler. A couple of weeks ago while I was out of town, Eric reached out to me to see if I might lend a hand during his weekly cookouts. His regular servers were moving on to other opportunities and he just needed some help for … Continue reading Answering the call of cheese
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