His Wild Flower
OnHe looked down at her hands wrapped in his, their fingers twined together as they had been probably millions of times over the last 46 years. He still remembered the first time she had taken his hand all those years ago. He…
Letter One: Stupid Human Tricks, The Tempest Papers
OnSo we’re finally going through all of the things we’ve had sitting around from when we moved off of the boat last year. I found this stash of letters from Tempest (our boat cat) to Paris, our daughter who sailed with us…
Family Tradition
OnShe suffered in silence. That’s just what she did and always had done. Just like her mother before her. “Don’t bother people with your problems, Kate. Nobody wants to hear it.” Her mother always gave her the same advice and then she’d…
Good Morning… (His & Hers Perspectives)
OnI’m feeling a tiny bit SPICY this afternoon You’ve been warned! Him: My memories of the night before were a little hazy, I mean doing shots with my friends was fun and all, but maybe I’d done just a few too…