During a parent coffee at my son’s elementary school, conversation turned to two families’ recent trip to Seabrook. One dad’s assessment: “It’s like Desperate Housewives at the beach.”
“Does that mean you didn’t like it?” I ask. “Oh no, we had a great time.” Before moving along to refill his cup, he paused to relay a vital bit of advice: “If you go, bring your own alcohol.”
Lately a small town on Washington’s forest-bound coastline has edged onto my Instagram, and into conversations with friends. But for every photo of kids riding bikes in front of sun-dappled cottages, there’s someone else who wrinkles their nose at the idea of such
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