Kitty Boy and Judy seem to be posing for the church directory. — Look at these regal beasts! We were traveling in the RV, which Kitty Boy has coined, “The Shaky House.” when our two beloved felines struck a pose. I was lucky enough to get a shot. They really are the royalty of the family. On another occasion on the same trip…

Does it really mean that only paying members can see my story? — I just hit publish on a piece about sea glass and I noticed the little yellow star is not only next to my name on my profile icon, but it showed up on my story. Click on it and it says only Medium Members can view it. Is this right…

What do you do with sea glass that’s not finished becoming? — So you are walking along the beach spying bits and pieces of color amongst the heavily carpeted pebbles, shells, and other sea accoutrement that blanket the shore. Happily, you collect the smoothed-edged sea glass, frosted by the wear and tear of the constant wave action of the sea, and then…

I tried and it didn’t work out. Does anybody know why? — I recently published a piece that felt very real and raw to me. I thought long and hard on whether to self-publish it or submit it to a publication. Looking at the list of those I write for, I chose Know Thyself, Heal Thyself. I was wrestling with my place…

Summer Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Shine!” — Sea glass: the most beautiful trash. When the kids were little and we walked the beach they wanted to bring home shells. So many shells. Shells, mostly clam, piled up in the backyard and on the deck. They would fall and break. Then what? …

Summer Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Shine!” — Enchanted — the moon paints the sky. The moon beckoned us onto the porch one night for a glorious display of color and fascination. It reminded me of a moon rising years ago over the ocean. I swear the only way I knew it was the moon was the time of day and its location. It was…

A beach-inspired response. — Amanda Laughtland issued a challenge to write a poem or a bit of prose in a single sentence. The following is my response. Sandcastles, built with buckets or by dribble, litter the seashore reminding me of the impermanence of us and our youth in the days of our autumn when…

One couple’s commitment to restoring the Atlantic Forest. — Sometimes you come across a story that must be shared. In fact, you feel like it is your solemn duty to tell as many people as you can about what you have just discovered. This is the sentiment behind why I am here now. Earlier, as the morning news blared…