Riptide Whipped
The lifeguard’s blackboard read, “Riptide. No Swimming.” I stood at the water’s edge and admired how mother nature had whipped up the seafoam to look like free-hand lace tatting.
The lifeguard’s blackboard read, “Riptide. No Swimming.” I stood at the water’s edge and admired how mother nature had whipped up the seafoam to look like free-hand lace tatting.
One Sunday afternoon, after meeting family for lunch in Vero Beach, FL, we sauntered to Sexton Plaza. It was a good place to digest in the sun. Vero Beach is […]
Living in a desert, my daughter doesn’t often have the chance to enjoy unstructured play time on the ocean shore. She loves to walk barefoot in damp sand, hunt for […]
Happy 2015. I’ve come back to the high desert after a hectic week in South Florida; North Miami Beach to be exact. It was a visit with the in-laws. I […]
One of the best parts about living in a town with public access to a well-kept, clean, sandy beach is that it isn’t necessary to rush there to enjoy […]