I recently picked up one of my favorite books from my childhood, Edward Jablonski’s Flying Fortress. It’s a highly researched and …
I recently picked up one of my favorite books from my childhood, Edward Jablonski’s Flying Fortress. It’s a highly researched and …
My dear friend Shaunda Wenger invited me to participate in a blog hop titled “The Next Big Thing” which is meant to …
Today’s forecast, grey, cold, cloudy and humid. The day I started reading Emlyn Chand’s Torn Together, the weather mimicked the feel …
Bonnie, our faithful and fearless Jack Russell Terrier was growling, a deep threatening growl that meant business. She was determined not to …
Those were foot-steps. No question about it. Even in the darkness I could see the fright on my wife’s face. She …
Breakfast. I love cooking breakfast. Muffins, pancakes, waffles with Vermont maple syrup, quiches, yogurt and fresh fruit parfaits, freshly squeezed orange …
I surprise Rannie. Usually I call before coming over but this time I just showed up. She opens the door and her …
Phil has lost more weight, his pajama clad form looks as if he’s become one with the bed, and his body has …
Phil is asleep today. I look into his bedroom and he’s noticeably thinner. His skin looks like it’s clinging directly to his …
“Chocolate chip with cinnamon.” Phil is lying in bed and looks noticeably thinner, his right eye is a little crooked but when …
The bedside pump softly gurgles as it pushes oxygen through fresh water. White noise, it’s rain softly falling on a tin roof …
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Considering his night, Bobby’s smile is energetic. He six foot tall frame balances gracefully in his six foot long kayak. He’d spent …
The week of our arrival to our temporary home here on Ambergris Caye, the island received about 12 inches of rain courtesy …
The first coral bed we approach is the size of a minivan and it pulsates with life, a magical alien life. It’s life one would find in a Dr. Seuss book; translucent purple leaves the size of a large pizza, scaly green and orange tubes full of 45 degree corners, some with tiny eyeballs winking from inside, there’s yellow bumps, red rocks, and green bruises. There’s spikes and string and curtains of yellow fabric, all dancing to the beat of the water.
“Well shit. Now what?” Sunday morning’s news wasn’t good. A tropical storm had formed in the Caribbean, it would strengthen, then head …