Sitting with my coffee and laptop, back in Sag Harbor , I am already missing Bermuda. Although it is my favorite time of year here on the East End of Long Island, my spirit has gained weight upon arrival- especially after losing a truly beloved friend. I returned in time to kiss her goodbye, but she had already passed. A girlfriend of mine recently asked me why I do not blog about o ur local community; after all, there is no lack of subject matter. Having just returned from a walk in the crisp air with my sister's golden retriever, I do feel lucky to live in such a beautiful place . Yet, there is more to inspiration than merely being in a lovely environment . There are a constellation of factors that feed one's soul. Some of them are palpable- others intangible. For me, part of that lies in the relationships I have built in Bermuda- both with places and people. Part of it lies in the fact that I am spurred to chase my curiosities, and toward that goal, doors ope
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.