This past weekend, we were surrounded by bare feet, salty hair, buckets of bait fish, convertibles with their tops down and children with ice cream.

“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.”

It’s been over a decade since Elizabeth Gilbert’s memoir, Eat Pray Love, hit the bookstore shelves and instantly inspired nearly everyone to buy a plane ticket.

If you have an opportunity to chat with a student, please do.

Derby fever is highly contagious.

September. It may seem to many that July and August are the busy months.

I’ll be honest because honesty is the best policy. I wasn’t sure I had it in me to compose a column this week.

“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”

Part of me says make life easy, jot a few simple words down that really captures the essence of this week and call it a day. Those words would be: GO TO THE FAIR.

What comes along with hazy, hot and humid August days seems virtually inescapable until you savor fresh berries straight from the bush or submerge yourself in the salty ocean.