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: [...]
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 [...]
Hello solitude. You scared me when I first met you. My grief insisted upon your presence. You were so quiet. So empty. I didn’t want to be your friend. I wanted you to go away and never come [...]
I see what I know. As an adult, I instinctively make connections to previous knowledge when I am introduced to something new. This process somewhat diminishes the impact of its novelty, but it [...]
