Category: Columns

Under the Boardwalk

I got the call – actually a Facebook message – on a Friday night. I had been waiting for this calling for almost a year.

Fish This!

There were moments during the busy summer season when the relentless waves of the world’s rising tide began lapping at my threshold.

Fish This!

I eagerly worked my way down to the lake by way of a rocky streambed where fireweed seemed to magically grow in between round river stones.