Where have you celebrated your birthday? What makes it special to you?
For almost a decade I celebrated my birthday on the sand at Azores beach in Long Beach, New York. Salty sea air, beach-goers, silky south shore sand, a walk on the boardwalk, some frozen yogurt, and some semblance of chocolate were part of the day. I spent as many hours outside as possible and was always content in that beautifully, happy space! Last year, our adventures took us to the islands of the Maldives to celebrate my entrance to a new decade. Different sand, same outlook. There was yoga, sea air, sandy feet, an entire day spent outdoors in the sunshine and of course, a bit of chocolate. Who knew then that it would be one of the most perfect holidays and a spectacular place to celebrate any occasion! Read the rest of this entry
It’s September. In my New York-raised brain that means so very many things to me. It means the influx of cinnamon and pumpkin spiced everything. It means back to school, last lifeguard whistles and nerves for the impending school year. It means nights begin to get shorter, evenings become crisp and Facebook® feeds fill with questions of the best apple picking, hayrides or other fall festival activities. It means pollen counts rise and allergies arrive as my itchy eyes notify me of ragweed’s arrival before any weather person can. It means dread appears in the impending winter and trying to figure out where to book a holiday to avoid the onslaught of snow, ice and cold that makes my face hurt. It starts the thought of a winter with layers for outside and the need to have the speed of a NASCAR driver to remove said layers inside before the overheating process begins. September means holidays, fall sports and a new year. September also means my birthday. Read the rest of this entry