Tara drug the small rubber dinghy from the surf onto the sand and turned to the ocean behind her just in time to catch the final glimpse of her beloved sailboat’s mast as it sunk. Single-handing is risky, even for … Continue reading
“Feathers? Seriously, Amy, this get-up is too much.” Dora eyed her friend’s outfit. Amy was known for her flamboyant get-ups, but this one was over the top. Turquoise feathers were attached to a sheer body suit, strategically covering her private … Continue reading
Easter is a day of conflict for me and exists in my memory bank in two different settings: Before and After 1982. Before the Double-Handed Farallones Race in 1982, Easter morning was always awakening to a basket filled with chocolate … Continue reading
