Mar 2, 2026 | surfing suping and diving
Bayou St. John in New Orleans is a beautiful, mysterious, and murky length of water that runs through the city to Lake Pontchartrain. Its milky green color hides what lurks beneath, and when I navigate down it, I stay perched above the warm, swampy liquid on my...
Feb 5, 2026 | memoir, surfing suping and diving
I used to run and I loved it. When I was seven years old, I watched the very first televised Iron Man on ABC’s Wide World of Sports. The race was broadcast from Hawaii, and after I watched Dave Scott swim, bike, run, and win, I wanted to be a triathlete. It was...
May 15, 2024 | memoir, surfing suping and diving, travel
We were twenty-five feet underwater when we heard the fishing boat coming. A dive flag floating on the surface indicated we were below, so no craft was supposed to drive near us. But the whir of the engine was getting closer. The other divers started going deeper to...
Jan 5, 2024 | meditation, memoir, surfing suping and diving, travel
It was dawn on the eastern side of the Yucatan Peninsula, and I looked out over the Caribbean in front of me. The sun was rising as the full moon was setting. Those two magnificent orbs in the sky at one time didn’t occur often, but today had a strange kind of magic....
Mar 10, 2023 | memoir, surfing suping and diving, travel
It had been years since I paddled out. When I stepped out onto the beach in Nosara, Costa Rica, there were lines upon lines of gorgeous, glassy waves. Shimmering, blue, and peeling both to the left and right. I felt like a little boy getting ready to open birthday...
May 27, 2022 | surfing suping and diving, travel
I got out of my old Toyota truck, stood on the ridge, and looked out at the Pacific Ocean. Walls of water were rolling in big and breaking with massive sprays of whitewash being blown by the January wind. Each gust tore across the ocean’s surface, rushing against me...
