It's been so long since I've written anything that I feel flummoxed facing this blank white space. I've abandoned Perilous and Sparks, my mid-century mavens, in...well, it's been so long since I've thought about them that I've forgotten where I left them. India, I think. My [...]
Just before we began making passage, something sparked my interest in the Huguenot Refuge. I don't know much about my family's heritage, and I've never cared much. I live here and now, and I've never been sure how it benefits me to align with a [...]
Here's something I could have gone my whole life without knowing: The transmission on a 1974 Perkins diesel engine has a "breather" that prevents pressure from building up and blowing out the front gasket. But I do know that now and there's really only one way I would: It happened. [...]
I’d never given much thought to how a boat is steered, you know, mechanically. Turns out it’s basically a big Rube Goldberg machine: I turn the wheel, a drunken ferret craps in the corner of an alternate reality, and the rudder turns. […]
It recently occurred to me that we are, in some ways, time travelers. Beyond the fact that the Sea Shanti was built in 1974, making it around the same age as Autumn and I, the way we live seems split between three eras. […]
The misfit crew of The Sea Shanti consists of musician and Jack-of-all-trades Captain Jack, novelist and dilettante Quartermaster Autumn, and teen wunderkind Boatswain Fain as well as the roguish sea cat Dante.