The Parts of Us That We’ve Forgotten

I continue my time of rest from a place my family has returned to almost every summer since I was 15 years old. This place, oh this place. I got to thinking as I was walking on the familiar beach path a few days ago that I’ve walked that path as many different girls: a…

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The Parts of Us That We've Forgotten

I continue my time of rest from a place my family has returned to almost every summer since I was 15 years old. This place, oh this place. I got to thinking as I was walking on the familiar beach path a few days ago that I’ve walked that path as many different girls: a…

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Learning to Rest

I write to you today from the lobby of a Ramada Inn in Ft. Walton, Florida. I’m on a somewhat last-minute beach trip with a friend. We plopped ourselves onto the white sand for two days on this long weekend with no agenda, lots of snacks and what turned out to be expired sunscreen. We…

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How to Make Friends

I recently returned from a weekend at the seaside. I am a beach gal, though my fair skin hates me for it. And this weekend at the beach not only reminded me of my love for lying on a mound of sand and doing absolutely nothing for hours; it also reminded me of my love…

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