The Dancing Birch

Our mission wasn’t a very exciting one, in fact, it was a little sad. My dad and I were on the way to pick up a copy of my grandpa’s death certificate. He passed away several years ago, but my 92-year-old grandma was going through an audit and needed the...

The Picture Maker

I just couldn’t get enough of that salty ocean air. The wind had become my constant companion and friend, taking the edge off the glaring heat of the southern sun. It wasn’t needed in the evenings, but was still a welcome addition to the crashing waves and...

The Island Mix Up

It wasn’t just me. We were all a bit confused when we walked over the long boardwalk and caught view of the ocean. Our intention was to go to Oak Island, North Carolina. In fact, I was sure we were on Oak Island because we had just climbed the first 12 ships...

Days Gone By

I’m feeling nostalgic. Two years ago I was able to attend a writer’s conference near the quaint little mountain town of Black Mountain, North Carolina. I’m feeling nostalgic. Tomorrow I begin a new adventure to an old haunt. It’s the same...