Riding Out the Storm This time of year, I constantly monitor the National Hurricane Center website for Atlantic storm activity. I watched Hurricane Dorian form east of the Bahamas, then grow into a monster cyclone almost overnight. It came ashore on Elbow Cay as a...
Shifting Shadows of Fall Cooler than expected air met the dogs and me at the back door this morning. Apparently, a cold front passed last night. I sat on the back steps and watched the dogs smell new scents from last night’s activity. This maritime forest of a...
The Magic of August Many Augusts ago, a friend and I sat sweltering on a breezeless porch staring out across a waveless ocean. He broke a long silence and proclaimed that August was “magical.” The word “magical” came out as a Spicoli-like smirking, stoned whisper...
A Trip Down Memory Lane Alone on the boat at Morris Island, I peered into the makeshift 5-gallon bucket aquarium. There I found a hermit crab, spilling out of its undersized mobile home, a moon snail shell. A month later, driving down I-95 to Aunt Aida’s surprise...
Mother’s Day at a Michigan Red Lobster Recently, we drove 16 hours from Folly Beach to Hastings, Mich. to visit my wife’s Aunt Shirley. We rented a very old log cabin surrounded by 60 acres of woods. Down a steep grade from the cabin, frogs sang every night from three...
