by mary1988 | Feb 21, 2015 | 2015
“Why are there two bottles of rum in the cockpit?” I ask, pausing in the midst of vigorously scrubbing the boat.Rubin is strolling leisurely down our pier, hands in his coat pockets, blue eyes sparkling, a good-natured smile stretched across his face. I can tell, even...
by mary1988 | Jan 31, 2015 | 2015
The to-do list governing my existence scrolls across multiple pages and I can barely breathe for the size and weight of the responsibilities. Scrunched in a heap in the corner of my life lie the unwritten longings of my heart. Abandoned. In the distance,...
by mary1988 | Dec 29, 2014 | 2014
The challenge in sailing is finding the balance in the wind, the sails, the waves, any underwater current, and the pull from the hull or the rudder. When you discover that “sweet spot,” you can sail the boat in a straight line, making the most progress...
by mary1988 | Nov 23, 2014 | 2014
For over twenty years I visited Tucson without knowing scientists consider it part of the Sky Island Region. I saw a desert valley of windswept browns and muted greens; a skyline defined by ragged, seemingly impregnable mountains. I did not consider it a place I might...
by mary1988 | Oct 1, 2014 | 2014
McClendon property north of the Kalamazoo River I have a dream that one day I can hike the trails threading through the parabolic dunes of the Saugatuck State Park and photograph life from the highest peak of a forested backdune to the clear, clean riverbed of the...
