Sandy Hook is a strange little miracle. And we mean that in the best possible way. Because somehow someone looked at a map and said: “You know what would be fun? Let’s put peaceful beaches, wildlife, military bunkers, a lighthouse, and New York City all in the same place.” And somehow… it worked. Driving into … Read more
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Meet Karen. Not a Karen. No no. Karen in the ancient and honorable sense. A protector. A guardian. A woman whose awareness extends approximately three hundred yards in every direction. Karen arrived at Wildwood with two children, three beach bags, sunscreen, snacks, emergency wipes, extra towels, backup snacks, backup sunscreen, and contingency snacks in case … Read more
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Meet Tyler. At first glance, Tyler appears to be entirely powered down. Folded into a beach chair at approximately seventeen impossible angles, hoodie pulled over his head despite ninety-degree temperatures, earbuds in place, Tyler stares blankly at the ocean with the expression of someone being forced to attend a mandatory seminar called The Importance of … Read more
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Meet Taylor. Taylor has a reputation along Cape May’s shorelines for vigilance, observation, and a nearly supernatural awareness of everything happening around them. Known locally as “The Eyes-Are-Always-On-You Watcher,” Taylor patrols the beach like a human periscope, scanning sunbathers, sandcastle builders, and kite flyers with hawk-like precision. Taylor’s beach gear is minimal but effective: a … Read more
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A Sonnet Sunday poem about Memorial Day at the Shore, honoring those who served, and holding gratitude alongside the season’s beginning.
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Memorial Day brings the shore back to life. The flotsam is the feeling: summer returning, noise rising, and joy drifting in on warm air. 🌞🌊
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A Sonnet Sunday poem about Bermuda, turquoise seas, pink sand, and the kind of escape that feels like a beautiful spell.
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An empty crab shell washes up like a warning sign: the ocean is beautiful, but it’s not gentle. Life is temporary, even armor. 🦀🌊
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A Sonnet Sunday poem about learning to swim, trusting the water, and discovering you can move with what once scared you.
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A simple bottle cap becomes a time machine, unlocking boardwalk nights and summer memories with one tiny flash of metal. 🍻🌊
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