The Holiday…

Fifteen is my new lucky number.

Why?

15 perfect, sunny, calm turquoise ocean water, humidity free days in a row.

Walks on the beach, multiple books read along with Club pours and hours of laps in the pool.

Dined in Miami, Ft. Lauderdale and Palm Beach.

Hit up the latest new pink hotel in Palm Beach just a mile from the stench of Mar-a-Lago with inconvenient road closures.

Had dinner at the fun-filled Honor Bar located in the visually exciting Royal Poinciana Plaza, a beautifully restored mid-century modern architectural setting.

The Honor Bar Burger rocks!

The holidays were generous and family filled.

Sadly, the holiday is over and reality sets in.

I did not anticipate kicking off 2026 with an invasion into a foreign country after hoping and wishing for a New Year filled with peace and kindness….we can spend billions on Venezuela, but not on healthcare, hunger, daycare, cancer research, education and the environment.

Already longing for the sublime pink tinged bubble that the holidays provided.

Onward into the night, my friends, with hope in our skeptical hearts.


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