This memoir is being written long after my babyhood.  It would have to be, wouldn’t it?  My language and writing skills took many years to develop.  Here are some memories from the dawn days of my arrival, when I first began to notice that I was me and not dangling toys above my crib or… Continue Reading A Baby’s Memoir

I can only say that if you’re meant to meet, you’re meant to meet. This was a meeting at sea.  No, not the existential “being at sea” kind as in feeling forlorn.  This was the real, rolling, ocean-type sea.  Nothing in sight but sky, clouds and waves. You’re in a 22-foot fishing boat named “Up… Continue Reading Pigeon Rescue At Sea