I’ve gotten sliced across the forehead by a paddle, slashed in the shoulder by a fin, and of course broke ribs wiping out. Sometimes the injuries are flesh wounds – fin cuts. Other times the injuries are serious. It took eight-weeks for my ribs to heal. Eight-weeks to be able to hug my daughters and sneeze without seeing stars.
This one was originally written right after I visited Jim's art studio one morning. He shared his recent work, I snapped the picture below, and wrote the piece before lunch. He then added it to his Unbound exhibit in Cape May. The actual artwork in Jim's studio. The cool morning sea surrounded her feet, leaving … Continue reading Cleanse
I normally don’t pen spur-of-the-moment posts. Usually, I jot down ideas. Draft storylines. Edit. Edit more. Then I publish. This one is as impromptu as it gets. I’m writing and posting in real-time. Why? Well, I just got very excited about a certain beer.
Matt DeVirgiliis 