Get your feet wet



The 10-year-old’s birthday falls at the lag-end of the Winter Break. Much as we celebrate her, it’s a dreadful time for a friends’ party: everyone’s over-traveled, overspent and generally nursing a revelry hangover. So this year,…

Kiss my ass, I bought a boat, I’m going out to sea.

Last week, one of my very first boyfriends died. It was sudden and shocking, and not just because Terry was relatively young and fit (55, and the longtime outdoors editor of the Tampa Bay Times), but because Terry was so distinctively full of life. Terry was… positivity DISTILLED. No matter when you talked to him, there was always something to be excited about, to look forward to, to achieve or conquer or experience, and a way for him to include you. His enthusiasm was infectious, and no one was immune.

The yard giveth.

Each spring, our table is dressed with supple, sensual bouquets of calla lilies. They were planted here well before our arrival by a fool, as I’m reminded once a year when thinking, “Oh that’s right, we have a calla lily plant.”