oh, i love Jones Beach on a weekday afternoon… the long drive while the kids take naps in the backseat and i get to listen to my own grown-up music (or NPR! or, if emma’s awake, happily yield to her repeated requests for The Ramones and The White Stripes) is absolute calm. that warm ocean air and sound of the waves that hit me as we get out of the car. the weekday beach-bodies even conspire to make me feel absolutely fine in a swimsuit (it’s definitely not a model crowd, and i like that!)…

just what the doctor ordered.
(for best soul-filling results, the doctor recommends owning a beach house. someday, doc…)

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