Things you learn when you take a vacation by yourself–and I mean on purpose, not tacked on to the beginning or end of a work trip where you spend a few extra days somewhere because your friends didn’t want to come: Read the rest of this entry »
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It’s not easy to forget you’re not rich when you live in New York, and the only way to have a quality of life that doesn’t slowly kill your soul is to have a trust fund or have otherwise come into a whole lot of money. (I’m not saying you can’t live well, and enjoy yourself, without being rich here; I’m just saying it will slowly kill your soul no matter how much fun you think you’re having with your 4 roommates in Brooklyn.) But in general, I try not to think about how much my soul is dying every day.
Southport, CT makes it impossible to forget you’re not rich. Read the rest of this entry »
I love the water–ocean, lake, river, whatever. Give me a chance to go in it (and some decent weather, of course), and I’m there.
So it was with great regret that about 6 or 7 years ago I discovered jellyfish and Portuguese man o’ war. After having been in the ocean dozens of times (growing up near Lake Erie meant most of my beach experiences had been in fresh water), I suddenly had a reason to fear the warm, salty seas of Florida, and it was unnerving. Could I ever go back into the water knowing these creatures capable of such painful stings were in there waiting for me?
Well, yes. I wouldn’t go back in on a particular day I was stung, but I would go in on the next one, and I would mostly forget about the stinging terror that lurks in the ocean.
Yesterday, I was reminded not everything in the water is soft and fuzzy when suddenly a crab grabbed my toe. Read the rest of this entry »
Give me a play on words, some tacos, a beachside location with the opportunity to walk a few minutes to view a gorgeous sunset, and I’m happy.
Things you should know when visiting Fire Island: Read the rest of this entry »
Beach. Beer. Burgers.
Nothing else needs to be said, right?
Of course that rarely stops me. Read the rest of this entry »
Why I had the unfortunate fate of growing up in Ohio, where it snows in the winter, I’ll never know. Why I then chose to go to school in Boston and later move to New York, I won’t even try to figure out. Suffice it to say, at any given time on any given day, if you ask me where I’d like to be, I’ll tell you, “at the beach.”
So when a man told me he was from the Dominican Republic and asked whether I’d ever been there, I felt, of course, the obligatory pang that accompanies the ripping open of stitches in the heart (because I’d had plane tickets to the DR last year but had to cancel the trip due to that same pesky heart wound). I also felt the wistful I-want-to-be-on-the-beach feeling. Read the rest of this entry »