Confessions of a 40-Something Bikini Convert

I suppose I wore a bikini when I was a little bit of a thing, frolicking among the sand castles and mud pies of childhood, back before my sandy beach memories begin. All of my salt water and chlorine recollections, however, involve a one piece suit. The first time I remember wearing a bikini was…

Dear America

Dear America, It’s likely that in the next few years my family and I will be moving home. Back to purple mountain’s majesty and amber waves of grain; back to stars and stripes flying high about thy fruited plains. With that in mind, I’ve got a favor to ask. Before we make plans to drive…