I crave the mountains. Right up until the minute I set foot on a beach.
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Solstice.
Now here we are at summer’s sun-stand, the long solstice (in the northern hemisphere, anyway) of June, fruit of a cycle born six months ago at the onset of winter. It’s still an anything-can-happen era with a why-the-hell-not vibe. It’s the time to ask, again: If not now, then when?
After and before.
When I started writing this, 143 days ago, I was sitting on a porch in Santa Rosa, Florida. It was quiet, because it was early, and the sky was just beginning to lighten. I was alone, save for the birds. There was coffee, the sound of waves, a flutter of breeze, an occasional car on…
Starfish gazing.
Perhaps what I meant was actually this: When my children were little, during the age of great dependency, I sometimes, oftentimes, struggled in my job as their mother. My struggles were laid bare most visibly on weekends, holidays and vacations. Particularly at the beach. **** Once, we loaded the last bag in the car at…
destin-ation.
Here’s how I knew we were going to the beach and not to my grandparents’ house at Hardy: when we turned from our street and drove past the Howard Johnson’s (where we went to get ice cream), we turned and drove up a ramp, past the billboard picture of the girl with the dog tugging…
Life’s a beach.
By the time you are reading this, if I didn’t make a mistake in scheduling this post and if you are the hot off the press, read as soon as it’s published sort of reader, I’ll be about halfway to the beach. If you’re from here (meaning Memphis), then you know exactly, give or take…
Hey, dude, where’s my menu?
Hey, dude, I’m on vacation! But not to fear, here’s a story I posted last summer complete with a menu that takes full advantage of what’s at the market right now, pick of the season. happy week. Blackberry Summer (originally published 7.20.13) My mother’s parents were farmers, and their farm had everything from peanuts to…
Summer weekend
The pressure on summer to live up to its vacation moniker is more than any season should have to bear. Wanting to seize the slower-moving time to carve grand stories, we heap expectations on week-long adventures and showcase them in a coffee table photo albums. I vote, instead, for summer vignettes, with the gift of…
