Since the days of horse-drawn carriages, my husband’s family has vacationed on Block Island – a tiny pear-shaped island off the coast of New England. At first they came for the therapeutic benefits of fresh salty air; later it was for the primitive beauty of the island itself (44% of the land is preserved open space).

We were engaged on Block Island – near the edge of some very steep bluffs, so saying “no” was not really an option. Now our kids look forward to their time on the island: long days at the beach, flying free with a flock of cousins.  Continue reading →