The Stranding of the Short Finned Pilot Whales

“Excuse me! I need to get through!” The woman said, hopping out of her Jeep and pulling her hair back into a ponytail. “What you need is to turn your car around, this is a police barrier.” Said the man in charge. “I’m a veterinarian I can help!” “I don’t know how you can help … Continue reading The Stranding of the Short Finned Pilot Whales

Of Airplanes, Apes, And Albatross

David Attenborough had to be here. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked around. I could hear his voice, that clipped British accent narrating, “Here on the shores of the majestic Pacific, near the nesting and hunting grounds of the albatross, we have an isolated colony of great pink apes.” However he was nowhere … Continue reading Of Airplanes, Apes, And Albatross

The Labyrinth and the Tsunami Shack

“I heard people got hurt there ." “What do you mean hurt? Like stabbed or shot?” I asked, pressing my mom for more details. She hesitated before looking around and whispering, (even though we were alone in her house) “I heard a lady got raped there. A Hoale lady.” She stressed Haole, looking a me … Continue reading The Labyrinth and the Tsunami Shack

The Old Man and the Silver Creek

I didn’t know he committed suicide. That he was a raging alcoholic and a three time divorcé. That while watching the Allied Invasion of Normandy on D-day through a pair of field glasses he heard guns that, “Sounded as though they were throwing whole railway trains across the sky.” When I discovered this it changed him … Continue reading The Old Man and the Silver Creek

The Road To Saturn’s Rings

Who knew ambling along at thirty miles per hour, hunched over a rental car steering wheel, squinting into the dark beyond the headlights could be so exciting? I jumped back with a startled scream as an elk ambushed me from the surrounding forest, my foot slamming the break pad, cell phone clattering to the floor … Continue reading The Road To Saturn’s Rings

Nana and the Perseids

  I was two miles from home when the phone call came. The screaming of my infant daughter blaring from the speaker on my phone nearly obscuring the groggy voice of my husband, “She needs you.” I hit end, cranked up the stereos volume, and pulled a u-turn. The night before having failed to recruit … Continue reading Nana and the Perseids

The Neighbors Think I’m a Druggie, Now Where’s My Mink Coat?

I was laying in bed at four in the afternoon on the precipice of sleep when I heard the angels voice. The voice of a cherubic choir boy the church would have castrated 100 years ago to keep that nice high eardrum shattering pitch going for decades. He wanted the Ipad. “Yes yes, now go- … Continue reading The Neighbors Think I’m a Druggie, Now Where’s My Mink Coat?