Charlotte enjoyed her 7th birthday today. Fireworks, hotdogs, a parade and cupcakes with miniature flags joined her. Ocean Whisper: When another year, another layer of life, surfaces, it [...]
Young girls sold painted sea shells on the sidewalk outside of their beach house. I bought four. Ocean Whisper: My grandchildren will inherit my world; I like to pave the way with kindness. [...]
“Here.” Will, my two-year-old grandson picked up the first shell he saw and handed it to me. His decision was swift. Ocean Whisper: Measured decision making skills take years to fully [...]
My grandchild Charlotte and I walked hand in hand on the beach. It was her turn to find a shell. Ocean Whisper: God scatters precious gifts on the shoreline; little hands inspect the sand and [...]
I see the shine. I am attracted to it. Then I examine it more closely. Ocean Whisper: Just because it shines does not mean it is valuable; a slick veneer chips and fades with time.
My daughter gave me a bracelet with the inscription, “Though she be but little, she is fierce.” (Shakespeare) Samantha knows my strength. Ocean Whisper: My body size does not [...]
Shell number two appeared in the wet sand without its mate. It reminded me of the sadness of separation. Bonds can break, but love endures. Ocean Whisper : Separated from its [...]
Here is the first Daily Shell from the shoreline of Ocean City, NJ. Firsts are special. Our lives have a collection of firsts. We remember firsts forever. Ocean Whisper: [...]
