Firmament to Fin

The current of the Gulf’s familiar waters slapped against our yellow boat, with a lulling cadence as we drifted quietly off shore. The tiny boat was a speck of bright yellow in a swirling sea of blue, like Vincent’s starry night. In the near silence we scanned the water searching the firmament for fins. AContinue reading “Firmament to Fin”

Missing My Target

At a park in Florida her high pitched British accent rang out from the swing set and across the whole playground like the loud echo of an annoyed macaw in the jungle. My jet lagged toddler’s high volume and foreign accent betrayed her American mother’s longing to just blend in and be left alone inContinue reading “Missing My Target”