Why do we Crave the Ocean?

I’ve been seriously pondering this whole beach thing since I moved to the Hamptons 30 years ago. At first, I only thought about it for my own sake. Trying to make sense of why I crave looking at the water and why my car just seems to drive itself down to the...

Stopped in my Tracks

I couldn’t wait a moment longer. When the newly finished wood floors were dry, I removed my shoes at the door and entered in socks only. In a glance, I devoured the entire living room; the place looked fantastic. It was spare, open, soft, and gentle, exactly how...