"Self Care" might be an excessively used catchphrase these days. However, given what is going on in my life (and American society), it has never been more germane. Located so close to our coast, but exuding an aura of being a world away, Bermuda would be wise to capitalize on our collective need for a getaway (or mass exodus) from the stress that is omnipresent on our shores. We need to refresh. Recently, after returning home from Bermuda, I decided to take myself out to dinner in Sag Harbor on a Sunday evening. Seated on a banquette at Page on Main Street, I enjoyed plush surroundings and a bird’s eye view of a nautical painting across the room. As I sat, enjoying my glass of wine, a lady was seated to my left- also at a small “table for two.” We both sat with our menus, overlooking a central space in the room, devoid of customers. An empty table “for two” separated us. She shared that had just put her husband on a bus back to New York City. In no tim
Did you ever find yourself flirting with a place, unable to get it out of your head... and wondering if what you see, during your brief "encounters" is too good to be true? Sometimes, with the objects of our affection, we see what we want to see. Follow me back to Bermuda, as I explore the layers beneath the surface of our torrid love affair.