This increasingly warm weather has me daydreaming about sunny beaches and rum-spiked frozen drinks. Perhaps it’s because I just uncovered a folder on our computer of pictures from our honeymoon in St. Lucia, and after looking through them close to 100 times I have subconsciously scraped, “Shut up, skinny bitch” on our desk with my fingernail. But that doesn’t concern you - back to our discussion about beaches. Luckily, we have a preference for cities that are situated on large bodies of water, so we’re never a far subway ride and/or car trip to a sandy urban getaway. Back in Brooklyn, it was as easy as packing our day bag and hopping on the Q train, and in 20 minutes flat we were arm wrestling “curvy” Russian men in speedos to plant our beach chairs in the last remaining strip of sand without any visible hypodermic needles. God I miss Brooklyn. Our last summer there, however, I was hugely pregnant. HUGELY pregnant. A fond memory comes to mind of our July 4th trip out to Brighton Beach: windblown and sunkissed, we had all packed our things and were assembling on the boardwalk as we each, one by one, rinsed our feet and shook the sand pebbles from our towels. We decided it was a perfect time for a group shot, so we lined up prom-style while a stranger snapped the picture. Then, the dear friend behind whom I was standing alerted me that I was “creeping him out” because I kept “putting my baby on him.” I miss you guys.
(*Yea, I’m still trying to bring that back...your support is appreciated.)
B- Border - uneven or notched
C- Color - two or more different pigments within the same mole
D- Diameter - cancerous cells usually grow to be larger than a pencil eraserE- Evolving - any change at all