It was bright enough to illuminate all the little particles floating around me, but not enough to light the dark ocean floor below. For that we needed waterproof flashlights. As the rays from the flashlights lit the sandy surface I saw the anchor for the first time and was surprised at how small ...
They’d sit on the bench smokin cigrettes an drinkin coffee, an leavin us be. Bess part bout bein outside was the big sky an feelin the sun all over me like a warm blanket. Gramma use to have a sayin for times like that. She’d say she felt “free as a bird.” I liked birds. Maybe cause like Gramma s...
That’s what my mom, Elizabeth Henderson, said when my dad died seven years ago. And she said it again when she lost her job last winter after Arrow Communications, an advertising firm, went out of business. When she couldn’t find anything close to home, she decided to leave British Columbia and g...
and I’d been ready and waiting on pins and needles for two hours. But when she stepped out of the truck I nearly giggled out loud. She was wearing the same old fisherman’s vest she always wore with its dozen tiny pockets that held everything an archaeologist on the go needed — a plumb bob, a meas...
Not far offshore floated an iceberg as big as a ship. I watched it silently pass by. “Ya should’ve been here a month ago. There were almost as many icebergs as fishin’ ships.” I leaped off the log and spun around to find the girl I’d met in the Viki...