Thanksgiving
1 Dec

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving morning I woke early so that I could get food prepared and cooking started. For years, my dad cooked the majority of the traditional meal. This year, he is recovering from major back surgery he underwent about eight weeks ago. If we were going to celebrate Thanksgiving the way we always have, then it […]

Jim McNally, I call him Dad.
24 Nov

Jim McNally, I call him Dad.

Sean quietly knocked on my door then came into our bedroom to tell me the unsettling news. He had just received the call that everyone with aging parents dreads to take. His mom had informed him that his dad had been admitted into the ICU at a hospital in Daytona. He was about two hours […]

The Happiness of Pursuit
5 Nov

The Happiness of Pursuit

A few years ago I read a life changing book. It was called “The Art of Non-Conformity” by Chris Guillebeau. At the time I started reading his writings he was in the midst of a quest to visit every country in the world before he turned 35. I was intrigued by his perspective and adopted […]

The Tide Rolls In
1 Nov

The Tide Rolls In

When I begin to describe Tybee for the first time to someone who’s never been here, one of the first questions asked is, “Can you drive there or do you have to take a boat or ferry?” Then I go on to explain the two bridges with a six mile causeway that connects us to […]

Be Happy Wen…How I Started This Blog
27 Oct

Be Happy Wen…How I Started This Blog

Sitting around the concrete slab of a bar at Hucapoos, over a year ago, my girlfriends and I were having an in depth discussion on life and what brings happiness to each of us. One friend said they had a relative that would always say “I’ll be happy when…fill in the blank” when I get […]

Full Circle
21 Oct

Full Circle

It was just after midnight and the train continued swaying on the rails as it pushed ahead northward through South Carolina then North Carolina. My head filled with thoughts coming from every direction. Bouncing from happy memories from less than twenty four hours ago when my  just-turned-eighteen-years-old-daughter, Baylie, had invited me to dinner to the […]

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