Seaside Confessions
CHAPTER ELEVEN — The Art of Arriving Alone
Darlings, let me share one of the truly magnificent moments every woman must experience. As with any truly brilliant experience, always strive for more... more »
CHAPTER TEN — Everything I Am Taking And One Thing I Won’t Name… Yet
There is a version of packing that is practical, efficient, and entirely beside the point. And then there is the way I pack. I had opened the wardrobe an... more »
CHAPTER NINE — The Particular Freedom of Bare Feet and Bubbles
There are a handful of institutions I hold sacred. The long, hot bath. Shared or otherwise. The well-timed exit. The standing lunch reservation that... more »
CHAPTER EIGHT — Successful Pre Party Boredom Avoidance
The text arrived in the usual way - without warning, without apology, and at precisely the wrong moment. I was still in the garden. My morning Dalliance... more »
CHAPTER SEVEN — Good...morning. And Beyond.
Mid-morning… The sun fully committed to the day — no gentle suggestion of light, just the full declaration of it through my curtains, landing exactly where... more »
CHAPTER SIX — After (Which Is Almost Always A Beginning)
They are gone. All of them — or almost all. One of my Sirens stayed to help with the glasses, help I did not need but accepted anyway. Some help is... more »