
I’m curled up in a rattan chair on a sundeck, not-too-embarrassingly-low-brow chick lit novel in one hand and a chilled glass of Chablis in the other, contemplating a plate of heirloom tomatoes and homemade (by me) pesto as my white linen shirt wafts in the cool sea breeze…
This, friends, is a snapshot of my incoming Coastal Grandma summer. Allow me to explain.