Christmas Day was a glorious day on Plum Island. A cloudless sky of powder blue, brisk northwest wind and chilly temperatures made it the consummate winter day in coastal northern New England. It was a perfect day for a walk on the beach. While walking on the beach, I passed by a sand dune my family used to own. I still remember listening in on the phone call when I was 5 or 6 years old — it might be…
I mentioned at the end of my recap of the sail to Annapolis that I had some pondering to do regarding next steps. That may come as a surprise to those who read my recent post laying out my plans for this fall and winter. Namely: heading to Annapolis, then down the Chesapeake and then, in November, heading offshore with the Salty Dawg Rally to Antigua. “Life is now,” I wrote, and I was emphatic in my declaration(s). Well, the…
A friend and former coworker wrote the words that I’ve stolen for the title of this post. And she should know: a health situation while she and her husband are adventuring around the world put the nature of life and time into perspective for her. It’s a perspective I share—albeit a step removed from what she went through. But I’m 52 and I’ve been dealing first-hand with how short life is since I was 19, and I got another dose…