I love to go to the ocean. I go every day that I possibly can, rain or shine, summer or winter. Even if I only have 1 hour...hell, even if I only 5 minutes, I go. One thing that I don't often do, however, is swim in it. It's not that I don't want to … Continue reading Lost at sea
When I turned 50 this year, I decided to try to do things for the first time, since this is my first year in a new decade. Today, I went swimming at the beach all by myself. This is no small undertaking, to which anyone who wears glasses and is severely myopic will attest. The … Continue reading Another first
How do you celebrate Easter? Even though my kids are older now, and the Bunny has been found out, we still celebrate the holiday in much the same way we did when they were little. I make Easter Baskets of some sort for them. I hide eggs for them to find in an Easter Egg … Continue reading Easter
I was walking at the beach with my daughter and my husband the other day. I was thinking about how big she'd gotten, which led to thoughts of her at different ages throughout the years, and how I received that sign from my dad that I was pregnant with her. Of course, thinking about one … Continue reading Angels at the beach
I don't know about you, but when I go to the beach, I am most comfortable when almost every inch of me is covered from my chest to oh, say about mid-thigh. Let's just say that I am a big fan of those skirted bathing suits, which my husband refers to as 'mommy-suits' (or in … Continue reading What do (married) men want?
First order of business: skip the gym. My husband and I had planned to celebrate the day during the child-free hours we had, from 7am until about 3:30pm (the school day). There was a medical appointment (mine) at 10:30am, but that was quick and we didn't let it mess up our day. Which was good, … Continue reading What this woman got: Valentine edition, part 3
Respiratory complaints. Got a cold? Sinus infection? Get thee to the beach. Breathe in that salt air! In my opinion, breathing in ocean air is the one true "pulmonary toilet". Acne. When I was growing up, I had an older cousin who would bring large, empty gallon milk containers to fill up with the Atlantic to … Continue reading Ocean: the cure for what ails you