I was born and raised on the South Shore of Long Island, back in the 1960s and 70s. When I was growing up, the most dreadful holiday was Labor Day. After two full months of no school, it signified the end of summer. Back to school. The worst three words any kid could ever hear. […]
Three o’clock in the morning can seem glorious. It’s quiet. It’s eternal. And all problems are on hold. When I was in my twenties 3 a.m. meant I had been out drinking in New York City and was happy to make it back to my apartment with no visible signs of stupidity (i.e. lost wallet,
It Could Only Happen to Me… Your Random Thoughts Blogger VIEW BLOG find sustained happiness. It’s hard not to feel better after a convulsion of hysterical laughter. Our Daily Dose of Vitamin Sea. The reason the beach brings us such pleasure is what we do when we get there. The setting of the sun shows