I've discovered, recently, that people get to the beach in a variety of ways. Some take shuttles, some walk foot-trails through the mangrove and others step right out their door to the sandy shores. Our path to the beach, this summer, included a double digit number of stairs that led us to the water's edge. Navigating this staircase would take some pre-planning and possibly some beta blockers to ensure I made it back from the beach alive. At ten years of age, I would dart out that door to the beach with nothing but a bathing suit and a child-like excitement about what the day held in store. In my 20's, I would grab some sunscreen and a cool beverage as I began my trek to the beach. At 47, it's just not that simple anymore. I came to this great realization when I discovered that I had wedged myself between the front door and the staircase with a six foot raft and a foam boogie board. One hand held an ipod dock, a bottle of sunscreen and the raft. The o
Joey, Allie... This is for you. May these stories be like tiny feathers that will one day drift down out of nowhere, bringing back great memories and smiles. You have brought me true joy with your laughter and song. This is your roadmap back to your youth and my guide home when memories fade. What a blessing it has been! What a blessing it continues to be.