Posted at 12:01 am , on July 12, 2018
He tied the rubber tube around his upper arm, holding one end with his teeth to pull it taut. He made a tight fist, took in a breath and jammed the needle into the bulging muscle. Breathing out and releasing the tourniquet, he stared at the reflection in his bedroom mirror. Not big enough.
Throwing on his jersey and grabbing his backpack he walked through the kitchen as his mother called out, “TJ! Don’t forget your lunch. It’s on the counter. I’ll see you tonite after practice.”
He didn’t answer and shut the front door before he could hear her say she loved him, as she always did when he left the house or wrapped up a phone conversation with her. He didn’t want to hear it. He was a disappointment to her and to everyone else.
Posted at 12:01 am , on July 5, 2018
Nana wasn’t a gourmet cook … her ingredients were simple and generally staples from her well-stocked pantry. But there was something about Nana’s meals … the flavors were always so delicious and satisfying that whatever she made was a joy to eat. My guess is that it was the secret ingredient of Love. I try to add a dash of that into every dish I make and when I cook from her recipes or use the few pieces of kitchenware that belonged to her, it takes me back to those cherished times sitting at her kitchen table having a chat with something yummy and a cuppa tea.
Posted at 9:30 am , on July 2, 2018
Four years ago on June 28, 2014, Aaron and Heidi tied the knot and became Captain and First Mate for Life. It was a wonderful weekend in Ayala Cove at Angel Island, filled with friends and family … a Thursday night dinner onboard dear friends Dave & Speranza’s boat, Buoyant … Friday couple pedicures in Tiburon, wedding prep (which included constructing a six foot arbor that had been lashed in a box to the rail for the trip over and then balanced precariously on a dinghy to get it to shore), and a potluck with our boating community who arrived early to help set-up … and Saturday, Wedding Day: mimosas and boater friends decorating before the festivities.
Posted at 12:01 am , on June 28, 2018
They met at the beach to talk. His girlfriend had broken up with him and he needed a friendly ear. She was dating his best friend but was thinking of breaking it off because he was boring. They had double-dated a month ago to the Junior Prom and often chatted on the phone. This time he needed an ear at his happy place: near the water.
“She doesn’t get me,” AJ said, with a big sigh. “She thinks that sailing is dumb and that I’m wasting my time working at the marina. She wants me to be “cool” and deliver pizza. She says she wants to “fix” me.”
“Fix you? Doesn’t she know that you are one of the best Laser racers on the Bay?” Holly asked, incredulously.
Posted at 9:34 am , on June 25, 2018
I can’t remember a time in my life where I have wanted to be anything other than a writer. Even during the tenure at my favorite job at the San Leandro Chamber of Commerce, I knew that someday I’d write a book … perhaps a “tell all” about the many shocking secrets of small-town politics. (Nope, will never happen … my lips are sealed!)
When blogging became a thing about a decade ago, I was intrigued. A forum where one “owned” the site and could share whatever fancied the writer. No need to submit and wait to see if your piece was accepted or rejected. Still, I didn’t think I had enough interesting things to write about. You can write all you want, but if no one reads your material or if your writing is crap, then it’s a mute point … at least to me. And yes, there is a whole lot of crap writing out there.
Posted at 9:49 am , on June 21, 2018
I discovered chia seeds about a year ago. They are a nutrition power house and so easy to incorporate into a breakfast or dessert. A little goes a very long way! We’ll be carrying Chia seeds on our long voyages as they are an excellent source of fiber, iron, calcium and antioxidants, as well as omega-3 fatty acids (the kind of fat that helps raise HDL cholesterol, protecting against heart attack and stroke). They also help with constipation, so eating in moderation is a good idea! 🙂
Posted at 12:01 am , on June 14, 2018
It was her birthday and she had gone for a morning summer sail alone. She dropped the anchor in a cove off her favorite beach at Angel Island, stretched out in the sunshine and fell asleep. She dreamt of pristine white sand beaches and clear, turquoise water, delicate coral waving from rocky reefs teeming with rainbow-hued fish and dolphins playing tag with each other. She swam for hours in her dream, at ease with the sea creatures swirling around her and never needing to come up for air.
When she awoke the sun was high overhead, beaming hot rays onto the deck. She stripped off her shorts revealing her one-piece swimsuit. She often swam in the Bay, enjoying the brisk and salty water. She was a strong swimmer but always wore a life jacket with a tether attached to the boat when she was alone.
Posted at 12:01 am , on June 7, 2018
We invited guests for dinner and I learned that one was vegan. She told me that she’d bring her own food and it was no big deal. Vegans don’t eat any animal-based food, so meals need to have no eggs or dairy products. I love a good culinary challenge, so I did a little research and talked to co-workers that are both vegetarians and vegans and devised a recipe that is colorful and bursting with flavor and also filling. The key is to read the labels of everything … you’d be surprised how many items that you’d think are purely vegetarian have some form of dairy or meat product or are prepared in facilities that share machinery.
Posted at 9:42 am , on June 5, 2018
Boats require work. Lots of it. Being exposed to the elements 24/7 means that Aaron and Heidi have to constantly be on the lookout for damage by rain or sun, as well as keeping up on regular chores and replacing my worn parts. I guess you could say that I’m a high maintenance sort of girl. 😉
This past weekend Aaron replaced one of my 39-year-old bronze portholes with a brand new stainless steel one. I have three portholes, all accessed by the cockpit; two look into the cabin, one on either side of the companionway (our front door), and the third looks from the cockpit well (side of the floor) into the aft stateroom. Portholes are windows that open. Portlights are windows that are permanently fixed. All leak if not installed and sealed properly, which is not a good thing. I also have four hatches (windows that open up from my cabin top) for ventilation.
Posted at 12:01 am , on May 31, 2018
“I hate school. I don’t know why I have to go,” she pouted, sitting in the passenger seat next to her mother and looking out the window.”
Anne bit her tongue and kept her eyes on the road. They had this conversation at least once a week since Eliza flunked out of her freshman year at the state university and transferred to the local community college. She had been a good high school student but it was the extracurricular activities that she loved. Eliza served on the monthly dance committee and swim team and on a whim tried out for the golf team because it looked fun, never having held a club until the week before tryouts. She cheered for the baseball and basketball teams and had a wide circle of friends. Overall, she was a happy, well-behaved teenager but had no idea what she wanted to do beyond high school.