I do not think the words, “evacuation” and “sabbatical,” should ever, ever be tossed around together. And while I’m on all the things that should not happen during a sabbatical, learning about coastal flooding would be another. I drove in from Texas seven weeks ago to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I must admit … Continue reading The Evacuation Sabbatical
The Wampum Shell
Just because there is a hurricane and it's pelting down rain and the cat is freaking out and I've evacuated the first cottage ... all of that is no reason to stop creating, especially as it's possible the things I left behind may very well float away before midnight. I sit in the first evacuation … Continue reading The Wampum Shell
Riding out Joaquin in Kitty Hawk
This morning, I was supposed to be on the road driving away from Kitty Hawk toward the Chesapeake Bay Bridge for a scenic water crossing into Maryland. From there, the plan was to continue a route into New Jersey and eventually Greenwich Village in New York to attend a writers’ conference that I’d impetuously registered … Continue reading Riding out Joaquin in Kitty Hawk
Everything I Own
When I woke up this morning, it was still dark. I looked at my phone wondering if it would read 2:10 in the morning. Nope, 4:52. Somehow this was the pass I was subconsciously hoping to receive: That I wouldn't automatically awaken at the time of his death every September 3rd. Before falling asleep last … Continue reading Everything I Own
Congruence in Kitty Hawk on the Outer Banks
Unlike the Lost Colony that landed in the Outer Banks of North Carolina in 1587, my whereabouts in Kitty Hawk will be well known if only because I am a lone, Texas woman traveling with a cat. Gatita does not, however, partake of the beach with me on my early morning walks or my end-of-the-day … Continue reading Congruence in Kitty Hawk on the Outer Banks
Fourteen Days
There’s no good way to admit that I’ve spent the last two weeks crying every day as I sift through, once again, Hook’s things including the mounds of files with his handwriting on them. Many times, I don’t even understand the pages of notes that I’m reading… Chimila sp. nr San Rafael. Cumito Road, 1♂, … Continue reading Fourteen Days
Processing the Sabbatical
Three great things happened to me yesterday. The first was getting a swim lane to myself when I showed up at Deep Eddy, the oldest swimming pool in Austin, where frigid water temperatures begin at 65 degrees. Me and bunch of other die hard swimmers lined up with our caps and goggles at 7:55 AM … Continue reading Processing the Sabbatical
