On my walk along the beach each morning, I marvel at the different styles of the water. Some days, the tide tip-toes to the edge. Other mornings, the sea hurls its frothy water at me. But [...]
“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 [...]
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 [...]
A shell shouted to me from the sand. The volume of my whispers could not be turned down. Since that unforgettable autumn day in 1976, when the message- this is the man you are going to [...]
Church. My family and I regularly walked there on Sunday mornings in Ames, New York, no matter the weather. Marching in a line, the six of us navigated the irregular slabs of the village’s [...]
The Cuban whispers continue… ( Disclaimer: After my trip, I vowed to work on not jumping to conclusions without first considering the facts.) Fact: One of the morning itineraries on our [...]