Jessie Daniels glanced into the darkened sky and squeezed her eyes tight. Her body rippled as nervous energy sent chills down her spine; filling her with dread. She opened her eyes and lights flickered like fireflies. Jessie couldn’t believe that she had agreed to this crazy idea. She looked down at the man who tightened her harness. He was the exact reason why she had come along.
I live on one of the Great Lakes and enjoy boating. However, I do not own a boater’s license and the closest thing I have to owning a boat is the blow-up kind. I guess I will just borrow my mother’s canoe!
I enjoy attending Renaissance Fairs and Shakespearean Festivals.
I created the poem Casting Away while sitting on the rocks under the Blue Water Bridges. There was an older gentleman casting his line into the mouth of Lake Huron that day, and he reminded me of my own grandfather who owns a bait shop south of Harbor Beach, Michigan.
Before the high gas prices, I use to enjoy driving my car along the country roads in Michigan.
As a child, while sitting on my grandparent’s beach, I use to dream about growing a tail and living underwater with all the other merfolk.
In my article, Spotlight on a Small Town – White Rock, features a small bait & tackle shop called Frank’s Place. The owner’s are my grandparents.