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I Hate Sunscreen

Ultra Sheer Dry-Touch Sunblock SPF 55, 70 & 85

There, I said it out loud.

I hate putting it on, I hate the feel of it on me, I hate moisturizers with sunscreen in them. I simply won’t buy those moisturizers, and my face seems no worse from having been naked to the sun thus far. I just don’t like the way my face feels when wearing makeup over sunscreen. All I can think about is ‘when can I wash this all off?’ I’m constantly aware that I’m wearing sunscreen under my makeup today and my skin feels tacky to the touch from all the product.

When I’m wearing sunscreen, even a sunscreen buried within moisturizer, I can always pick up the scent of the sunscreen which is a huge turn-off to me.

Sure, I’ll use sunscreen if I’m going to the beach, the pool, or any time I’m going to be out in the full sun. It’s a brutal sun, here, and I know my skin needs the protection. But, god, do I hate the greasiness that accompanies a full body application. It’s just so uncomfortable, wearing that body grease…being careful not to brush against anything in the house on the way out; getting the ink from a beach magazine smeared all over my hands and legs when pages meet slick skin. And if you’re driving to your destination, then it’s all over your car seat unless you cover it with a beach towel. What a hassle!

A couple of years ago I found a single sunscreen product that I can tolerate: a Neutrogena brand, advertised as a ‘dry’ sunscreen, and my goodness, it is. I actually wear it under makeup and it works! I’m not constantly wanting to wipe it off my face. It’s truly not greasy; nothing rubs off on me! I can actually put it on and forget about it. My kids, who protest the wearing of sunscreen out loud whereas I keep my loathing to myself, actually don’t mind the Neutrogena either. Of course, it’s not cheap and it’s never on sale. But for me, it’s worth it.

I probably will never wear sunscreen as a matter of daily habit. I’ll be one of those who applies it only when she’s heading out to be full on in the sun but thank goodness for this product because I can wear it, and my MAC, too. And people who really know me, know that this is just the way I roll.

I love being out in the sun and feeling it on my skin. It’s not about tanning, though I did that enough when I was younger. I’m careful about using sunscreen but I’m not hypervigilant about it. I don’t avoid the beach during midday or make my kids wear long-sleeved rash guards. Perhaps this makes me a shoddy mother, but when I balance the amount of time we’re really out in the full sun during the heat of the day over the course of a summer, it’s not all that much.

But I won’t deny it and I’ll say it again: I hate sunscreen. If you’ve got any recommendations for a good quality, dry sunscreen, I’m listening.

Maybe Neutrogena would like to be my corporate sponsor?

Welcome to San Pablo Island

Did you know that the cities of Mayport, Atlantic Beach, Neptune Beach, Jacksonville Beach in Duval County, and Ponte Vedra Beach, South Ponte Vedra Beach and Vilano Beach in St. Johns County are all on a barrier island? It starts at the mouth of the St. John’s River and continues south for about 30 miles, to Vilano Beach, where it ends as the intracoastal waterway separates it from the mainland that is St. Augustine.
Last night, the Atlantic Beach City Council passed a resolution proclaiming its support for this island to be known as San Pablo Island. This makes historical significance for many reasons that I won’t bore you with now. But it matters, I think, that if you’re going to name an island it be something relevant.
The name of the island isn’t going to change anything. The island cities will carry on as before. We will still be ‘the beaches’ of Jacksonville. It’s just that now, going forward, there’ll be an effort to formally name this spit of land-in-the-sea where we reside, so that maps of all ilk will show an actual name for our region! The people who live here have always had an island sensibility…but no name to put to it.
Today is the first step toward our becoming San Pablo Island. Atlantic Beachlife on San Pablo Island.
I like it.

Gold Head Branch State Park

Gold Head Branch State Park is probably like hundreds of state parks across the United States. Our afternoon there was probably like thousands of other afternoons passed by good friends together in any one of these state parks.

Here are some pictures of ours, memorable to us, and poignant, for one. It was here that she passed many a summer weekend together with her family. But that was long ago, when her parents were both living and she was just a girl.

She planned our daycation afternoon at Gold Head Branch with an eagerness I recognized only after we’d been there a while. At first I didn’t understand why she’d wanted to go to this place, so far from the sea-breezy coast, on a hot July day. We were three moms in three cars with nine kids between us. We drove 70 miles from Atlantic Beach to this state park, south of Middleburg, Florida. When we saw this slender doe as soon as we entered the park my mood changed. It’s always a little magical, spotting a deer in the wild.



Deer sightings are common along Michigan highways; in the nine years I’ve lived at my Florida beach the only deer I’ve seen were those glimpsed during my summer vacations in Michigan. So my daughter and I – the only occupants of our car – gazed at this one for as long as she let us. We stared each other down for about two minutes; then she got bored, and bounded off into the trees.

Down by the small lake about two miles inside the wooded park, my nostalgic friend was beaming, lit from within with her own memories. Nine kids played in the water; it was a carefree summer day. As we sat together on the ordinary dirt-sand beach I listened to her stories and I understood that she was sharing something precious to her. I realized that Gold Head Branch was her Sleepy Hollow (my family vacation place on the shore of Lake Michigan in South Haven)… and if you are lucky enough to have childhood memories that make you smile the way she did that day, then you’re lucky enough.

It was easy to imagine Gold Head Branch being the same 70 years ago as it is, today. It’s a simple park; unharmed acres of trees, trails, lake, ravine, streams. Cabins and canoes. Built in the 1930s by the Civilian Conservation Corps, the cabins rent for $60.50 – $99.00 ( two are ADA accesible) and have been updated, but are modest structures in keeping with their origins. Perfect for people who love the outdoors, but not camping (hello, Jeannie).





The day was one of pure kid fun: swimming; chasing turtles; canoeing; hiking a wooded trail; eating a picnic lunch; climbing down the ravine and tromping in the cold, clear, shallow stream as it threaded its way through the green woods near dusk.





It was so easy to imagine other generations of kids, decades ago, doing the same thing. Or my friend and her family, making the memories that filled her eyes with happy tears, on this afternoon.

(because the day had such a nostalgic quality to it, i processed several shots in sepia tones)





The beauty of friendship is the sharing of our stories. And now that my kids and I have some Gold Head Branch memories of our own, I’m passing them on…to you.


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Don’t forget to share your summer memories or plans on the previous post ‘My Midsummer Giveaway’ in order to be part of the “drawing” for the leather-and-pearl bracelet of your choice on Saturday, August 1.










My Midsummer Giveaway

Here we are at midsummer already. I’ve visited other beaches; swam in cold, clear freshwater lakes; tromped in a stream at the bottom of a wooded ravine where I felt like Huck Finn; canoed for the first time ever (really!); went home to my great lake, the Great Lake Michigan. That’s where my beachlife/beachlove really began. I swam in 55 degree water. (Whoever said the springs of Ichetucknee are cold at 72 degrees?!)

Regardless of those incessant, chirpy television commercials (I hit mute) advertising ‘back-to-school’ already (I knew they’d begin before the 4th of July decorations were put away) and despite our school’s too-soon first day on August 13 …it is still just summertime and nothing’s going to spoil that mood here at Atlantic Beachlife. We’ve got lots of summer left to live, excellent daycation places nearby to explore and tell you about, not to mention the freedom from school and routines and aaahhh… (I can pick up the school supplies in between trips to the springs and the pier or from where ever we are wandering.)

Therefore, in honor of midsummer, I have the pleasure of announcing my first giveaway. Yee-hah! My friend Mickey of Nicholas Landon Jewelry (http://www.nicholaslandonjewelry.blogspot.com) creator of original and unique nautical-inspired jewelry, has offered to gift your choice of either her very cool Cape Cod Pearl and Leather bracelet:


or this unique pearl and leather personally monogrammed piece:


Aren’t they great?

A few months ago, after browsing her site several times, I finally bought one of her necklaces. Then I acquired another one (funny how that happens!). Any of her jewelry pieces are perfectly understated yet distinctive, and can be worn with a bathing suit or a dress. I was initially attracted to them because leather grows softer, and pearls, more luminous with time and they can be worn in the water: fresh, salt, chlorine, or the shower! I love diving into the surf here in Atlantic Beach and I wanted a small but lovely bit of jewelry to wear every day, no matter what I’m doing. It needed to withstand salt, sunscreen, and sand. My Nicholas Landon pieces really fit the bill.

I’m not the only one who recognized their cool, nautical vibe: earlier this summer her Cape Cod Pearl and Leather bracelet was chosen by Jessica Romm, style editor of Food and Wine Magazine as part of a summer-themed feature in the July edition! And, prior to that honor, the Montauk Yacht Club in New York hotel placed an order for several pieces to sell in their gift shop.

So, take it from all of us, a piece from the Nicholas Landon Jewelry collection is the perfect summer accessory for beach-lovers everywhere. And when summer’s gone, I know I’ll keep on wearin’ mine because when you’ve got leather and pearls, well, it’s just seasonless, really. And if your beat is really more street, I’d call her stuff urban-edgy, too. It defies genres. Win one, and buy a few more…they’d look so great in worn in multiples too! (I’ve just given myself an idea…)

The winner of the Atlantic Beachlife – Nicholas Landon Jewelry giveaway will be announced on Saturday, August 1, by a random drawing of a number from the total number of comments on this post from the random number generator at random.org. You know the drill. To increase your chance of winning, it’s all about the comments, baby. You can make a comment each day on this blog post: tell me what you’re doing to enjoy the rest of your summer, or note a favorite summer memory; or comment about Atlantic Beachlife in general (that’s one chance). You can jump over to Nicholas Landon Jewelry and read all about the Cape Cod Pearl and Leather bracelet and check out her other creations while you’re at it. Give her some comment love, and come on back here and tell me so (on this post, remember!) and you’ve got yourself another chance. So there’s two chances per day right there. (Okay, it’s a lot of commenting back and forth, but giveaways are fun and I like hearing others’ ideas for summer fun.) Want another chance? Write about the giveaway or link to it on your own blog, or write something about Atlantic Beachlife or Nicholas Landon Jewelry once a day (now you’ll have to get creative!), come on back and tell me about it (on this post) and you’ve got yourself another one chance. So, you’ll have three chances each day to rack up the numbers and increase the odds in your favor. Finally, and you can only do this once, join Atlantic Beachlife as a follower (but please, only do this if you really mean it…stay because you like it here, not for the freebie…I don’t like to think of myself as begging for ‘followers’!) and tell me so via comments and you’re in for another chance.

Let’s have some fun with this. It’s summertime, people! Let the game begin!

When Someone You Love is Leaving

A person, very dear, is on his final journey.
All his family is gathered round. He is resting in his own home, where he raised his five children, with his loving wife and best friend. Fifty-seven years of love; five children, eight grandchildren. Every one of the children and grandchildren, individually, have their own, deep relationship with him. Although he has come full circle, a life well-lived and nothing left undone, it is not easy to say goodbye.
He has passed very quickly from what appeared to be good health, to being near death. He has had time to give his final thoughts to those closest to him. He has had meaningful conversation with his priest. He knows his family is gathered near. Now he is peacefully passing from this world to the next.
It is an anxious time for families who stand, in good health, beside their declining loved one, while that person changes from someone to they talk with, to someone they talk about. When a loved one is hovering seemingly between two worlds, it is somewhat reassuring when they do not appear distressed.
It can be a tense time for people, waiting, as their own relationships can be strengthened, or tested. At a time like this we truly walk in faith, and remember the things that the loved one has taught us. Now is the time for the next generation take its place at the head of the line.
What a time it must be, though, not for the children so much as the spouse, the one who is watching their beloved, go. It is their life that changes so much, going forward, and often at a time when they themselves are most vulnerable to the effects of physical aging, loneliness, and perhaps, some fear about what will become of them, too?
You can only believe, if you do, as I do, that God is merciful and will be faithful to the most vulnerable among us.

Sunset Tide


Following early evening summer showers, the twilight coaxed me from a messy kitchen and air conditioning. I grabbed the Canon Rebel and two of the kids and we walked over to the beach.

Light changes so quickly after the sun sets. The afterglow from the sunset cast a pastel hue over the incoming tide. The air was misty from rain.
My house is a mere 1,300 feet from this beach. This is my tenth summer on this beach and my heart still does a flip-di-dip when I come across the boardwalk and it comes into full view.
Although we had to leave precious family behind when we relocated, I knew from the first that if we were coming to Jacksonville, we would live here.

No planned, gated communities for me but an organic one. One with a past, and a soul. A place where neighbors can leave their popsicle-colored beach cruisers propped against a tree while they scamper out onto the sand.
Or a place where you can take that bike for a spin on the sand, if that’s what you prefer.
A place where the public beach access is clearly marked at every block. Some with parking. Others with rinsing showers.
How I ended up here is a stroke of luck, or maybe, God’s way of showing me that my dreams did come true – one by one by one.
In Atlantic Beach’s gift shops you’ll often find signs that people buy for their homes: “If You’re Lucky Enough to Live at the Beach, You’re Lucky Enough.” And although such a sign doesn’t suit my own personal style, I do take that motto to heart.

Skype: Where Have You Been All My Life?

I finally downloaded Skype, video version, and visited with the family in Michigan.  No doubt it’s the coolest, most awesome application on the MacBook Pro with one tiny drawback:  now I’ve got to do hair and makeup just for a telephone call.

But that’s just me.  Let it be known henceforth that my hair and makeup sensitivities are mine alone and in no way extend to the sistahood.  It’s just the way that I am.  And you know, it’s even just for me as the MacBook’s killer videocam is so sharp that I really don’t care to see my face in the raw.  I’ve got a drawer full of MAC (that’s cosmetics, not 
Apple, though I’m an Apple lover too) and I won’t Skype without it.

I saw a roomful of inlaws I hadn’t seen in two years via the miracle of the MacBook Pro and Skype.  I saw my sweet father-in-law in his hospital bed, the reason for the gathering of his children and grandchildren  in Michigan.  And they all were able to see my three kids, the real thrill for those on the other end, who don’t care a whit whether Jeannie’s wearing mascara or lipgloss.    They panned the hospital room, as my kids saw aunts, uncles, cousins, and their beloved grandparents; one supine, in his hospital bed, the other, standing next to him.  This couple, so close in marriage for 57 years, are on the precipice of a very big change.

I love this family, and I love the technology that enables those of us separated by geographical divides to come together in real time, to be virtually in the same room, and able to say, “hello,” and “I love you,” while looking into each other’s faces. 

For Kristin, in Michigan

To Kristin, a lovely, on her graduation:

You grew from a girl to a woman
while we were away.
We were not with you on your special day.
We’ve missed many birthdays and holidays, too.
But that does not mean we’ve forgotten about you.
I still remember the girl that you were
when you came into the family, but the rest was a blur.
You grew up in pictures and now you are grown,
You’re smart and you’re lovely and your future’s your own.
No matter what happens, or wherever you go,
You’ve got a Florida family who loves you, you know.

Ichetucknee Springs

Tubing on the Ichetucknee River. A fun day or overnight trip that’s close to home for beachlifers, and something anyone who calls herself a Floridian needs to do at least once in her life. Me, I’ve done it three times now, so I consider myself a pro.

I’m not the camping sort of girl, so this little trip is enough of an outdoorsy excursion that gives me a taste of the deep woods, crystal clear water and, if your fellow tubers are in it for the visceral experience, it can be a peaceful and relaxing way to pass a few hours. A rowdier bunch could change all that but I’ve found that being there in mid-week is probably your best bet in avoiding the louder tubers and all their yuks. Sure, I know they’re just having a good time, but since I don’t get to enjoy a pristine river deep in the woods very often, I  prefer when it’s quiet; when most of the others on the river are just happy campers both literally, or figuratively. Like, people who smile without yelping as they float pass. People who want to just soak in the experience of draping one’s self over an inner tube and letting the slow current carry them while they gaze at the flora and fauna both beneath the water and lining the river banks.

When it comes to renting tubes, just pick from any of the rental places that dot the approach to the park. Every one I’ve rented from has always retrieved their tubes from the park, where you leave them when you’re done. They tie the tubes or rafts to the top of your car. And if you’re like me and you don’t like to walk barefoot in the woods, you’ll want to hang on to a good-sized length of that twine so you can tie your flip flops to the handle of your tube during your float. The shuttle will take you from the park’s main area out to the river launch site…but I’m not a barefoot girl; I prefer to wear shoes or flip-flops on the trudge through the woods to the river’s edge. Yes, I know, plenty of people have no problem going barefoot but it’s just not for me. Those “water shoes” would work, I suppose; you could wear them through the woods and into the water, but really, they look so geeky that I couldn’t bring myself to wear them. Besides, I don’t wear flats, anyway. I prefer my own flip-flops, (which I do want to kick off once I’m in the water) so lesson learned: keep the twine! You can also use it to tie your waterproof camera to the other handle, because as someone who takes pictures of just about everything, you’re going to want to photograph the beauty of the river. The conflict therein, though, is that you’re working with the limitations of a disposable camera (well, I was, anyway, as I cannot afford a waterproof enclosure for the D-SLR) and truthfully, I think, I had to make a choice: was I going to photograph the experience, or just enjoy it? In the end I decided to just enjoy it, which was a great relief because I’m one of those who feels compelled to photograph everything.  In my situation, the camera was nothing but a hassle but with the proper planning (and a second length of twine) you can have your flip-flops and camera too.


A word about tubes. When you’re out at Buffalo Joe’s (or wherever) choosing your tube, may I suggest you strongly consider the “two-man” tube as a viable option if you’ve got elementary-aged kids. It’s probably true that these kids will want “my own tube” but you have to remember that once they actually get to the river and there’s no turning back, at least half of them will be a little freaked out by the idea of floating alone and will be grasping at yours for security anyway, so you may as well get the double tube just to see how they like the river if it’s their first time. We’d always gotten a raft in the past which meant they stayed dry, but part of the fun, I think, is to get as close to the water, if not in it, as you can. One could actually snorkel their way down the river if one wanted to.

Once you arrive at the park and get yourselves ready – bathing suits and sunscreen and everyone uses the bathroom, now you have to decide what to do about your car keys because the park’s lockers are broken. You see the Sharpie-scrawled sign at the concession stand offering to HOLD CARS KEYS FOR $1. You wonder: should you really hand over your keys to a guy behind the concession counter at a remote state park? You debate this with yourself for a while. You know you can’t risk losing the keys in the river or getting the electronic keys wet. You also know that you cannot risk losing your credit cards, cash, camera equipment whatever else is jammed into your car, not to mention the car itself. You doubt the car would actually be stolen, rather, you worry that given a two-hour window of opportunity, a concession guy would have plenty of time to paw through your things. But you seem to remember that you did this the last time – – and finally you decide to do it again, take the risk, what the hell. You can’t help but tell that guy to keep outta your car at which point he laughs at you, having heard it all before. When you return later to retrieve your keys he laughs again, tells you the car handled really well and that he thinks he parked it in the same spot you had it in and ha, ha, ha. You are reassured to see everything as it was and no strange charges have posted to your credit card account…yet.

So finally: the river. You’re taken by shuttle to the drop off point deep in the woods. You walk down that dirt path, carrying your tubes, to the river’s edge. Here you launch and away people float, some in clusters of two or three tubes, some in pairs, a few, alone. It’s a quiet day on the river. There is the usual uneasiness about getting into unfamiliar waters but we’ve done it before and everyone there was all smiles. As you float along you realize your middle child, who happily chose her own tube back at Buffalo Joe’s, is now in fact clutching the handle of your tube, and won’t let go. Suddenly she’s not so sure she wants to be in her own tube, not so sure she even wants her feet to touch the water, which is not such a good thing considering you’ve just begun and there’s a ninety minute float ahead of you. Otherwise level headed middle school girls have been known to become a little high strung out there on the river, freaked out by the lovely, undulating ribbon-like plants that will sometimes tickle your feet as you pass overtop them. Or by the fish they see as clearly as if they were gazing into a well-maintained aquarium. The water is clear and the bottom isn’t mucky (not that you’d ever have to touch the bottom) but you’re certainly out in the middle of the woods, with mangroves growing on the riverbank, and turtles sunning themselves on exposed fallen trees…it’s a different environment altogether for a girl who’s growing up in a beach town and doesn’t have parents who like camping and therefore has had minimal exposure to venues like rivers to tube upon. Whatever it was, this girl was not going to let go of my tube, nor would she be convinced to dangle her legs in the water which was a great change of pace from riding with your backside over the opening.

And so for those next ninety minutes, you enjoy the heck out of the experience, your middle girl is latched on to your double tube and is enjoying herself, tentatively, and the three of you float on down the Ichetucknee River. Your son’s ahead of you all, floating peacefully and enjoying the time to himself. Note to self, you think, bring more of the twine next time, so any anxious tuber can rope herself to someone else’s tube if necessary.

(Following photos are all of the headsprings)


Our favorite park of the Ichetucknee day is swimming in the headspring of the Ichetucknee River after tubing. This cold, clear swimming hole was such a lovely shade of green/blue and perfect for snorkeling.  The water in the headspring is cold, but you tell them all to take the plunge, and if you keep moving your body acclimates quickly (becomes numb!). It’s totally refreshing on a 96 degree Florida afternoon.



The middle child had no problem swimming like a little dolphin here. You watch through your mask as this person who only an hour earlier was so skittish about her feet touching the water is now diving clear to the bottom of the spring and touching it (with her bare hands). You are glad that your kids love to swim and snorkel and you all drove home at the end of the day in the dark – hoping you can get another visit to the Springs in before the summer ends.