Happiness. It's relative.
It is the only story about a rainbow that I have. But it’s a good one. We were swimming in a lake. It was dusk. All of the other people had left. The beach was littered with the debris of a fine day, the smell… Continue Reading “My Rainbow Story”
Captain Nan’s was one of a dozen beautiful white boats bobbing in their slips on a dock lit by tiny white Christmas lights. Her sign said she did tours of Islamorada and that’s what I wanted. After years of staying in the same tiny… Continue Reading “Lift the Anchor”
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