beach | beach
May.20.2013
I went to the beach today. The sun was setting just over the lake, reflecting rays blinded my soul. There were a few birds, not too many. And the tide was breaking just right. Off in the distance I saw a man with his child, gazing at the water breaking in on the shore. I imagine peace and...
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Mar.22.2013
The sound from the breaking waves, the rich smell of the salted breeze, and the hot sand beneath my unsteady feet touch gently and hold me upright. My spirit is broken, but I manage to take one trembling step at a time through the shifting sand. I am alone with hundreds of people around me;...
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Feb.18.2013
I was on a call this morning, listening to the engineeers discussing the quality sprints and reading a Seattle newspaper online when a banner ad sucked me in: "Chocolae on the Beach."
Chocolate on the beach. Chocolate and I have a very good relationship. I should probably go to...
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Dec.17.2012
After arriving in Antigua, Boochi and her family will learn more secrets about the treasure chest. They will also learn about the pirates who were eager to steal the chest from Rimiricas.
Boochi will meet more of the Corrado family, and discover more hidden mysteries on this journey. The doors keep...
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Nov.19.2012
While strolling down Main Street toward the Seal Beach Pier to catch the sunset last weekend, I heard an old familiar song in its original form sung by Bill Haley and His Comets, “Rock around the Clock.” I turned my attention toward a show-case, candy apple red, 1950’s Chrysler at the corner which...
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Nov.17.2012
Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. I love rainy days. I don't like the sun. I've found that most people seem to be the opposite and crave sunshine and actually dislike the cloudy days. But, for me, when it's rainy and overcast, my mind, for some reason, is better attuned to the...
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Oct.30.2012
Our dear dog, Polo, has entered the sunset of his life. Although he’s been suffering with arthritis for some years now, over the past few months it’s really been taking its toll. It breaks our hearts to see him shrinking and deteriorating this way. He’s always been such a… well… such a dog.
He came...
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Sep.04.2012
Under a Driftwood Arch
The sound of ocean waves
white plumes atop the bride’s hair
they hold hands
under a driftwood arch
crowned with sunflowers
abalone shells make a path
log benches flanking each side
one photographer zooms in
another, a few feet behind
red beard...
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Jul.19.2012
Watching "Doc Martin" on PBS. All those scenes of Port Wenn's sandy shores, grassy and grantie cliffs, frothy blue water take me back to Half Moon Bay and the ocean, and my visits to Sicily. I love and miss the smell and the booming roars, the air's lingering wet, salty kiss over my face....
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Feb.15.2012
"The Magic Box"
I am on my way to the Magic Box. My post office box has been the "magic box" for many years. It never fails: I always have a sense of wary anticipation as I approach the box; almost praying that today will be the day. The day that I learn some unknown, distant relative remembered me...
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