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The Escape Before the (I’m Sorry, What?!) Quarantine

The Escape Before the (I’m Sorry, What?!) Quarantine

It’s Wednesday of last week, and I’m writing this to you from a pool deck along the ocean in North Carolina. We’ve turned an idea to get away over Columbus Day weekend into a week-long stay in an oceanfront home in Corolla. We took the 

Considering That I’m Still Finding Sand Everywhere, Yes

So much has happened this summer, and at the same time…so much hasn’t happened. I had a list a mile long of everything I wanted to to do with the kids the past 10 weeks or so: trips to the lake. Hiking the Appalachian Trail. I 

It’s Like the Commercial

You know what I like about vacation?  The jittery feeling I get when I feel like I should be doing something, but when I look around I realize that all I really need to do is sit my rear end in that deck chair and read.  It’s that brief moment of stumped awkwardness before I start to relax, and, like that moment a roller coaster car pauses at the crest of the hill before starting its exhilarating  free-for-all descent, it is awesome.

I was sitting on the deck of our rented condo one afternoon, drinking a Corona (a beer I think I have only accepted happily on three occasions:  a) on vacation, any vacation, any summer, b) while camping in Key West during my spring break senior year, where I was dirt poor and Corona meant living large, and c) any Jimmy Buffett show I’ve attended at any point in my 20s–I’d like to admit here that I was dragged, kicking and screaming, to these shows, but alas, I went by choice and tailgated with the best of them.  Shhh.  Don’t tell anybody).  As I drank this beer, reclining in my (well, for the week, anyway) Adirondack rocker, I could smell the wonderful saltiness of an ocean breeze blowing through my wildly not-sexy beachy hair (why do all the magazines think salt-soaked hair is soooo gorgeous?!  Have they seen my mop?), and I was very aware:  my kids were sleeping inside, the sun was shining, I was outside, and I had nothing to do.  

I got to sit out on a deck and listen to the seagulls and not worry about laundry and dishes and scrubbing the toilet.

I got to wear my swimsuit, around, all day long.  Take that, proper etiquette!

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Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

Packing.  Packing is the worst.  Packing takes one week of laundry, cleaning, planning, list-making, shopping, sweating.  Packing means that my children will not be paid any attention (“You’re hungry?  Eh, here’s a loaf of bread, kid.  Have at it.”), nor will they venture out of 

Day Trip

I call her my sea turtle.  As soon as she touched the sand today, she was off, scuttling in the direction of the lake on her hands and knees, her little feet leaving tracks that trailed down to the water’s edge.  I wish I could’ve