Reflections

I hand Maria a sandwich. Gazing at fog-shrouded islands and emerald-green peaks, she munches away. “Less sand next time,” she...

What do we do when a storm might be coming through? I ask rhetorically. “Get off the water. Find...

I watched the swell, trying to gauge when I’d have water to ride over the barnacle-covered rock. I got...

We’re standing at a trail junction in the October rain, stuffing our faces with trail mix. It’s a damp,...

I’m drinking coffee on a seaside rock on Knight Island, Prince William Sound, Alaska. From the velvety fog comes...

I’m looking for my lunch rock from 30 years ago. The summer Germany reunified after the Berlin Wall came...