For me, the sweet spot of summer comes when I’m wearing a flannel shirt in the morning and a bathing suit in the afternoon. That’s exactly what yesterday was. When it’s Saturday, your guy has a rare night off, and there’s a weather forecast for sunshine and temperatures in the low 80s, you make a … Continue reading September sun and summer’s last swim
Last week I had the chance to spend a few nights in Provincetown, MA and, despite some grey, wet weather, managed to walk miles and have a great time. I wrote about my public transportation journey to the Cape recently and invite you to read that post if only to learn about the $13 train … Continue reading Just the tip – recommendations for Provincetown.
It’s been a week. First, there was the 100 mile (each way) road trip on Sunday to watch my son’s soccer team play in the finals which ended in an urgent care visit and 3 staples in his scalp after he took a cleat to the head. Looks pretty innocent, right? The next night, Rocco … Continue reading Full moon, full life, full heart
I’ve been home from my trip for a few days, long enough for the act of tossing toilet paper into the bowl, instead of the bin, to begin feeling normal again. While I’m still mentally on a beach with a spritz within arm’s reach, I’m feeling pretty fortunate to have enjoyed a vacation that went … Continue reading Tips for going Greek
The trip I’m currently in the midst of was planned numerous times during the past 3 years. The original plan for 2020 was for two weeks in Spain with my youngest son, followed by two weeks in Greece on my own. As you might imagine, there was no trip in 2020. I optimistically planned the … Continue reading Traveling solo. Again.
After nearly a week in Greece (already!), I still find myself purring like an island cat at nearly every sight my eyes land upon. The water with its shades of blue, the mostly cloudless sky, the bourgainvillea in deep shades of purple and pink…it’s simply beautiful. Here, on Paros, the pedestrian streets are mopped each … Continue reading It’s all too beautiful
It was late August, 2002. My then-husband and I were heading to Maine for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary. For some long ago forgotten reason, we drove down Lark St and happened to notice Andrew Plummer sitting outside of what I had always known as The State Street Pub. We pulled over to stop … Continue reading Paul, pastry and peace