We’ve crossed the Sea of Cortez 4 times. Twice in a straight line from the Baja peninsula to Manzanita. Twice in the longer crossing, with a more diagonal line from Cabo San Lucas straight to Bahia de Banderas – the bay where Puerto Vallarta can be found.
The ravens cawed and hovered above. “It’s just rubble, piles and piles of destruction,” Mother said “how do you know when there’s somebody, anybody alive and still breathing under all this?” Continue reading Below the Destruction – Life.
I use public showers regularly. It’s my way of life, I really don’t have a choice.
The more I shower at the marina, the more I encounter women who hide in their shower stall to change.
I’ve always felt a bit frayed at the edges. Not that I’m on the brink of falling apart, but more that I’m not so refined. As a kid I much preferred my big sisters’ worn out hand-me-downs over new clothes. Continue reading Frayed.