Solo beach day

One of the greatest forms of therapy known to womankind. Mankind too I guess. I have been doing this since I was a teenager. Then it was Brighton Beach with a $1.50 poppy seed pastry from the Russian woman snapping her tongs at you, a couple of apricots and raspberries for $2. Now it’s the Rockaways or any place I find myself. Always a book and fruit in the bag. There is nothing that can fulfill the soul quite like a beach day, on or off season. Embracing some solitude in this way, unencumbered,...