After searching the Town Beach in Narragansett (with what seemed like hundreds of other people) for any storm-tossed treasures, and finding only a surf clam shell, my stepson, Sam, and I decided to go for higher ground and find a place no other beachcombers had …
Essay
The Ocean is
The ocean-- You bring it home in your pockets and shoes and empty the sand onto the kitchen floor. Tiny grains ground down from continents. On the windowsill is a jar full of sea glass and inside the jar you have your favorites—and not all are smooth and perfect …
The importance of the forgettable.
The completely ordinary. The commonplace. The pond and stream that are in every town, spread across everyplace. There are good reasons to think about the pond that one day may become a parking lot. I fully love the shithole of a sluggish stream, where the water …
