Dear Friends
“I walked far down the beach,” Anne Morrow Lindbergh writes in Gift from the Sea, “soothed by the rhythm of the waves, the sun on my bare back and legs, the wind and mist from the spray on my hair.” When I discovered this inimitable volume—our current Victoria Classics Book Club selection—thoughts drifted naturally to my mother, who has always sought solace along the shore. Living near the coast during my childhood, our family often slipped out on Sunday afternoons to picnic in the sand. Unfettered by distractions, we made the best memories together, and I remember keenly how at ease my parents seemed in those unhurried hours whiled away amid salt-tinged breezes. Years later, when raising my boys, I recognized that familiar glow as I watched Mother stroll the Gulf…
