The end of the one day salutes the next.
There was one condition to the two-piece: his daughter—at the beach—wearing a winter jacket.
“If we only knew how uniquely beautiful the finished puzzles of our lives will look, maybe we’d worry less about the pieces that, in the moment, don’t seem to fit.”
Kris Bigalk moves from the earthbound to the cosmic in this devastatingly beautiful lyric poem.
Our bodies are mostly salt water, yet half of our race avoids the sand. Jeremy McKeen dissects a day at–and a refutation of–the beach. — All men hate the beach, going to the beach, and the idea of a beach day. Or maybe, all men hate sunbathing. Or maybe it’s that all dads hate the…
Forever Boogies involves some great surf, some great beaches, and some great men doing everything they can to make a better world.
That cannot have been fun.
Laura McCullough writes on the seeming untouchableness of male beauty in this longing summer poem.
Whit Honea was told that men are inherently dangerous. He disagrees.
How Vincent O’Keefe’s quick trip to the beach became a grand journey through time.
What’s your happy place? Mine is a beach with white sand, turquoise waters and lots of water sports. Aruba offers all of these and more.
Bored by our careful culture of risk aversion, Ged Naughton lays down a challenge: Do something new and different for once. Take a risk!
It’s the “Love, Recorded” Father’s Day, but hasn’t it been Father’s Day every day?
For any given memory, Lisa Hickey will always choose to remember the good.
12 feet to the pedal, 14.5 feet to the seat, and has been dubbed “STOOPIDTALL”.
Before going to bed each night, Angelo Merendino and his wife would ask each other one question.