Burning Man at the Beach: How “radical self-expression” means taking the radical step of accepting my aging body

In July, Monday is beach day. My partner and I chose Monday because, on weekends, surfers and sunbathers swarm over the sand like ants at a picnic over an uncovered slice of cake. Also, while I’m retired, my partner works 15-hour shifts, Tuesday through Friday. Mondays are his ‘Sunday.’