Dip Your Soul in the Water….
I’m sitting here in front of unending miles of taupe-colored sand bleeding out into this churning, volatile, mysterious, and peaceful water they call the sea. The repeated sounds of the crashing waves interrupts my psyche, my feelings, my ability to…
The Back Nine
I am not a golfer. At least not a good one. I’ve dabbled with it alittle and end up getting frustrated, embarrassed and eventually mad. My son does too – the mad part. He likes to wrap his golf club…
