summer
Confessions of A Summer Girl: In Which Season Do You Shine?
I’ve always been a summer person. I sparkle and shimmer and shine in June, July and August and love the heat and the…
Overnight Camp: A Kiss and Tell Account
Summer camp was the best gift my parents ever gave me. At overnight camp, everyone shared clothes, shaving cream, stationery, and secrets….
Somebody That I Used To Know
Warning: This post contain content that may trigger survivors of abuse. If this is an issue for you, you might want to…
If You Really Need To Get There
If you loved sleep-away camp as a kid, I’d love to hear about your memories….
6 Lessons From A Lemonade Stand: A Guest Post by Diana Sabloff
Nothing screams summer like an end-of-the-driveway lemonade stand. And there are plenty of lessons to learn at a lemonade stand….
My Son's First Concert
When my husband first suggested we take our son to see Steely Dan, live, in concert, I tried to gently suggest it might be a bad idea. “He’ll love it,” Hubby insisted, in that clueless way that husbands sometimes insist on things. What he really meant was: “I want to see Steely Dan in concert.”…
Gazpacho for Muchacho
A few days ago our family was eating dinner. It was a warm, breezy summer night and we were having our supper outside at our heavy black wrought-iron table, under our umbrella in the backyard. It was a light meal: a little bread, some cheese and fresh fruit. And gazpacho….