I'm a sucker for nostalgia. I also love the stories that permeate the background of everything we experience. From restaurants and bars to guitars and surfboards, I search out the story... Over the past few weeks, a story unfolded about one of my surfboards in a seemingly choreographed set of scenes as if crafted by Coppola himself.
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Get ‘Tiny Moments: Vol IV’ – includes my story called ‘The Race’
A few weeks ago, the editors at Bronze Bird Books asked if I'd be interested in submitting any work for their upcoming anthology - Tiny Moments: Vol IV. Happy to share that they accepted one of my short stories called The Race, inspired by one of Jim Inzero's paintings. Thanks, Jim! You can buy the … Continue reading Get ‘Tiny Moments: Vol IV’ – includes my story called ‘The Race’
Beach, Break and Brew: The Painfully Inevitable and Joe at Joe’s
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.