Seaside Confessions
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN — What the Water Remembers
I swim alone most mornings, before the world wakes, because there is a version of me that only surfaces — pun fully intended, Darlings —... more »
CHAPTER SIXTEEN — (Almost) Never Overthink an Evening Out
Lovelies, An Evening out with you, my Sirens, is beyond a meal. It is a tribunal I attend willingly, every single time, because I have never once regretted... more »
CHAPTER FIFTEEN — Sirens at the Table
He didn't say much. Men who matter rarely do, in my experience — they allow, and watch the silence do the seducing. He simply took my bag,... more »
CHAPTER FOURTEEN — The Dock at Dusk
Darlings, which I always write. Never something as droll as Dear Diary. The stories of my dalliances and adventures are meant to inspire, not sit limpid on a... more »
CHAPTER THIRTEEN — The Unplanned Dinner
Sirens, some of the best meals of my life have been accidents. Most of the best, Everythings, have been spontaneous, as I reflect. The name he... more »
CHAPTER TWELVE — Heat Index
Mavens, I want to talk about anticipation. Not the nervous kind. Not the kind that keeps you checking your phone and rehearsing what you’ll say. I mean... more »