Back in June, I thought summer was an all you can eat buffet of leisure splayed out before me like a picnic at the park. My mind raced with all that could be done in three whole months. “I’ll spend afternoons lounging at the beach to get that cool surfer look with a peely nose…
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Trash, Treasure & Timing
Like most hoarders, I’m in complete denial. I see myself as a “collector” of valuable, interesting, and sentimental things. It all started during childhood, when I felt compelled to stash away objects in an old antique chifferobe my mother saved from a junk pile and made into a girly bookcase for my room, complete with…
Hair of the Dog
I’ll admit it, I’ve got a problem. I wake up each morning, brain sluggish and throat dry. I’m not thinking straight, but I know one thing for certain: I’ll need a drink to get through the day. Although “the hair of the dog” is precisely my problem, booze has nothing to do with it. I…
Life’s a beach when you dig deep
Reclining my beach chair to the third notch, I sink deeply into the brightly striped canvas. Blinded by the sun, I grope for my cold beverage, safely ensconced in its Huggie, and dislodge it from the cup holder at the end of the armrest. I draw a long icy sip, letting the cold carbonation fizzle…
