Posted at 12:02 am , on July 20, 2018
Lack of food and water had taken a swift toll. She lay naked on the hospital bed, soft fleece blankets draped over her private bits and the white wisps of her hair surrounding her face like a halo. A fan gently blew cool air on her feverish body and damp cloths draped her forehead and neck. Her limbs were mere sticks and she had to be turned every few hours to prevent bed sores. The vibrant, quirky woman of only 63 was now reduced to barely more than a skeleton, eyes sunken in her face and breathing so shallow that one had to watch closely to see that she was actually still alive.
“Hey, Kitty Kat, it’s Heidi,” I whispered softly. I didn’t want to wake her but I also didn’t want to startle her if she awoke and found me at her side.
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 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.
“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 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 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.
Posted at 12:01 am , on May 17, 2018
“Superstitions are a bunch of malarkey. You can’t ward off bad luck with a spell. Why even bother with the whole thing?” Lisa asked while sanding the transom of the boat on stilts in the boatyard.
Mark replied, “Malarkey? Who uses that word?”
“My grandmother. She was a wise woman,” Lisa answered.
“Well, I’m not taking any chances. As soon as we’ve finished the bottom paint and have her back in the water we’re doing the de-naming and re-naming ceremony,” said Mark.
Posted at 12:01 am , on May 3, 2018
“Heidi, my wee love! I was just thinking about you,” she’d sing out in her Irish lilt as I walked through her front door. Taking my face in her hands she’d kiss my cheeks and lips and forehead.
“Come sit and tell me about your day,” she’d say as she set the kitchen table with china cups and saucers, the little porcelain milk jug and sugar bowl, and a plate of cookies or Little Debbie treats.
She was 4 ft, 11 inches with bright ginger locks that just brushed her collar. She favored burnt orange lipstick and cinnamon red blush, clip on rhinestone earrings and animal print blouses. She made Florence cake and lemon meringue pies from scratch and always, always had a kettle of tea brewing on the stovetop.
Posted at 12:01 am , on April 19, 2018
The little boat skipped across the water, her sails filled with warm summer wind and her owner standing proudly at the helm. Today was the first day they had ventured beyond the bay into the ocean together and she quivered with anticipation, surging forward with all her might.
She missed the ocean, having spent her early years on a long coastal journey with her first owners. They were a young couple with a penchant for adventure and had sold their cars and drained their bank accounts to buy her and sail to Mexico. They spent several seasons sailing in the Sea of Cortez, happily moving between calm anchorages, diving and fishing from her deck and taking tourists on day sails when they ran short of cash. Eventually, they made their way back up the coast where they got jobs and a home.