Ship To Shore

Upon entering Puerto Rico the US immigration officer found me suspicious and stopped me to ask a few details about my life. He finally felt comfortable enough to let me enter my country, handed back my passport and said, “You… Read More ›

Staying Alive

We gently glide out of our berth in St. Thomas, the city lights on our port and starboard and the moon rising over the stern. A pleasant tropical breeze blows across my arms as I interlace my fingers behind my… Read More ›