One of the highlights of my Florida trip was a brief get together with one of the three women I consider to be my true mothers. Our reunion was surprisingly emotional for me - you know I'm no crier, yet that's exactly who I became in her embrace. I can't help but wonder if the … Continue reading Family, lost and found
Category: vacation
Haunted Disney
Yesterday was a long day. I mean like really long. Quinn and I did a 12-hour marathon tour of Disney beginning with the Magic Kingdom, hopping over to Epcot and then finishing our night back at the Magic Kingdom. We had fun even though the unrelenting sun began to make me feel like I was … Continue reading Haunted Disney
Travel school
The first time I went to Florida was in 1983. I was 17 and we drove in a Winnebago, leaving New York on Christmas Day. I think we were in Maryland before the ice on the driver's window thawed enough for the driver, my friend's dad, to be able pay tolls without having to open … Continue reading Travel school
Don’t. Stop. Believing.
Every year when it is time to drive west from wherever we happen to be on Cape Cod, I don't want to leave. It doesn't matter how much I miss my own home or that I already have a place booked for the following summer - I don't want my beach time to be finished. … Continue reading Don’t. Stop. Believing.
The speed of sound
One of the things I most miss about being on vacation are the sounds - the remarkable buzz of the hummingbirds, the rhythmic pounding of the waves, the echo of my running feet on the sandy road. Each of those noises reminded me that I no longer was home in the DelSo and I grew … Continue reading The speed of sound
Pie-eyed for the Scottish Bakehouse
One, okay two, of the best things I put in my mouth while on vacation this year was pie from the Scottish Bakehouse in Tisbury. I think I've mentioned this place before and am happy to report that, like some favorite books from years gone by, this special bakery continues to satisfy. When I rolled in to … Continue reading Pie-eyed for the Scottish Bakehouse
On the beach…
...there's sand. Grains and grains of sand. Because of this condition, this year I committed to taking only paperback books to the beach. I mean, really, when it comes to reading at the beach, something I can finally do now that my boys are older, the paperback is the only way to go. There are … Continue reading On the beach…
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