Join us for a Haus Party Benefiting Meals on Wheels

It was the first morning of my sabbatical, and I started it the way I always start my mornings in Folly: barefoot on the beach with my dog, Oliver. That dog in the ocean is the true picture of pure joy, jumping over waves and zooming out to run a large circle around me in the sand. Just when I start to doubt he’s coming back, he stops, turns around, and then runs with all of his might toward me as if planning to barrel me over. At the last minute, as I feel myself bracing for all 80 pounds of him crashing into me, he darts to the right or left of my legs, as if saying, “Gotcha!”