Flotsam Friday: The Lost Sunglasses of Summer Optimism
A bent pair of sunglasses washes ashore like proof of summer optimism. Someone believed in bright days… and the beach remembers. 😎🌊
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Beach Movie Monday: The Endless Summer (1967)
A legendary surf documentary that became a cultural touchstone by 1967, capturing real waves, real beaches, and the dream of following summer forever.
Dive in to the post →Silly Saturday: Thanksgiving on the Beach – MADLIB EDITION🦃
A Thanksgiving-themed beach Madlib to kick off your holiday weekend with laughter! Fill in the blanks, read it aloud, and share your funniest creations. Perfect for family gatherings, beach lovers, and anyone who needs a playful break after yesterday’s feast.
Dive in to the post →Sonnet Sunday: Thanksgiving on the Shore
A sonnet dedicated to the shore on the Sunday before Thanksgiving – expressing gratitude for the beach, beach food, and the quiet peace that comes with both. And yes, a little love for the lobster roll over turkey.
Dive in to the post →Flotsam Friday: The Beach’s Beautiful Wreckage
The shore is both a giver and a taker. On this Flotsam Friday, we reflect on the things we lose – and the things we find. A boogie board, a piece of love, and the beach’s endless rhythm of loss and recovery.
Dive in to the post →Beach Tunes Tuesday: “Some Beach” – Blake Shelton (2004)
Even when life gets irritating – we always have a beach to escape to in our minds. Blake Shelton’s “Some Beach” reminds us that sometimes the best answer to stress is a mental shoreline.
Dive in to the post →🏖️ Confessions of a Local Gull
Hey there, tourists. Yeah, you – the one with the fries. You’ve all finally packed up your umbrellas, rinsed off the sand, and driven back to wherever you came from. The boardwalk’s quiet now. No toddlers dropping nuggets, no paper plates flying in the wind, no seagull buffet line stretching down the shore. Don’t get … Read more
Dive in to the post →The Beach Doesn’t Close
Dear Year-Rounders, They pack up their umbrellas. They shake sand from towels and close the beach tags in little drawers. They call it “the end of the season.” But we know better. The beach doesn’t close.It exhales. It quiets. It lets the chatter fade until only the waves are speaking again. This is when the … Read more
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