At the end of Beach Row.

I stand on the tip of West Egg and I can see what James Gatz saw while he gazed at the hopeful green light that illuminated the night sky over East Egg.  It is July, and I am at a party, an exquisite party.  I am merely a guest at this house. Unknown, like many others.  Nameless, I bask in the frivolity and gluttony of this extravaganza.  There are fireworks, coming from everywhere.  So much so, that I don’t know in which direction to look.  Some couples huddle in dark corners searching for privacy, others are dancing to the pleasing mixture of the orchestra and notes of  laughter.  It’s beautiful here.  A slice of heaven on earth.

“I got one!”  I am awakened from my daydream by the happy shouts of children who have found success in their hunt for crabs.

“Awesome!”  I reply as I hurry over to check out what’s in the bucket.  Oh yes, crabbing was a success, and F. Scott Fitzgerald would have to wait for another time.

A daydream it was, brought on by the spectacular surroundings that I found myself in on Sunday.

Point Judith, Rhode Island.  “A village on the coast of Narragansett Bay.”  I visited very special friends who have a summer home in Point Judith.  Bordered by state beaches that are wonderfully maintained, the home we visited sits at the end of Beach Row, and boasts views of the glistening ocean from every one of its windows.  The ferry to Block Island passes right by our deck and we greeted the waving passengers on their way for a visit.

It is old-fashioned fun, walking to the dock and, with butterflies in your stomach, jumping blindly into the murky green water of the harbor.  Or even better, battling the mighty waves of the Atlantic as they crash against you, taking your breath away.  Growing up near the ocean has always been something that I have appreciated, and days like this remind me of just how lucky I am.

I do believe, though –  once in a while –  everyone should daydream.

no crabs were harmed during the creation of fun on this day.


Daytrippin’: Newport, RI

Misty, gray weather could not take away from the majestic beauty of the mansions along the Cliff Walk in Newport.  The white sky worked to our advantage, as we could make out every detail of these architectural wonders of The Gilded Age.  If you visit Newport, be ready to give your imagination a workout.  We imagined that my daughter (14) could have sprawled out on rolling greens and read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, (her required summer reading,) published in 1876.  She does not like to read at all, so we thought a little atmosphere may have helped her.  My little “reader” (12) would have chosen Little Women and been very content lounging in one of the interior bedrooms.  We chatted about being served fresh fruit for breakfast on the balcony overlooking the lawn and the ocean, if we would have “played” with our neighbors (comment from my little man – 9), and imagined being “courted” by a gentleman. (that was my thought)  I realized that I had left my camera at home when we were halfway there, so iPhone photos had to suffice.  Rain cut our trip a bit short, but my daughter wants to go back…to see the interior of The Breakers.  (On a sunny day!)

~Hence, the term “CLIFF Walk”~

~her interpretation of Rose from Titanic, with my husband as Jack.  Not quite as romantic as the movie scene!~

Just a peek

Inappropriate attire for a late 1800’s soiree!

~3 of my 4 children as usual.  16-year-old boys don’t like to travel with the rest of the family.~

There is so much more to see and do in historic Newport, it’s a must visit place.  Spend a night at one of the Inns and take your time strolling around.  Add it to the list!

six smiles.

July is quickly coming to a close, and August promises to bring more summer fun with it.  Summer is my favorite season and I try to soak up every ray of sun and fun I can.  This week a friend told me I was a great “Summer Mom.”  I laughed, knowing that I don’t like to venture too far in the winter – cold weather is not my thing.  Summer’s my time to shine!   Here are 6 things that brought a smile to my face this week:

~ balloons flying high over a friend’s 4oth birthday party~

~ Sunday morning sticky buns from Flour Bakery at Fort Point Channel, Boston~

~Sea salt soap from Lula’s Pantry, a shop filled with little luxuries on the waterfront in Rockport.  Exfoliates, heals, and smells like the ocean. Bliss.~ get it here.

~THE BEST BAND-AIDs for healing my skin after I survived a really bad mosquito attack on my ankles and feet~

~An unexpected nighttime tweet from a friend – because we were working together the next morning. Priceless.~

~ an intricately beaded clutch by Megan Park that arrived on my doorstep via UPS.  From French and Italian.~

Hope you welcome August with a smile!