One hot August day, I was sitting with my niece and sister-in-law on Wells Beach in Maine. Our chairs were stationed at the ocean’s edge with the warm waves gently lapping over our feet. It was a picture-perfect day with little wind and some free time for relaxation. I turned to them and said, “I don’t need a manicure or massage. I just need beach chair therapy.”
I wrote Beach Chair Diaries so my readers could experience the simpler time of summer.
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