“Dress for the sun.” Well, hell, that’s a rather broad spectrum of attire. My kayaking gear (SPF 50 capris and long sleeved shirt), ready to evaporate any manner of splashes whilst I paddled? A breezy summer dress with strappy sandals? Butch shorts and t-shirt with a baseball cap? This simply wasn’t enough information. “It’s not … Continue reading Beloved wouldn’t tell me what we were doing for my birthday. →