When I was 11 or 12 years old, I wanted nothing more than to be a marine biologist when I grew up. I’m a convinced that watching Jacques Cousteau on TV had a lot to do with this. I was completely fascinated by the undersea world, I wanted to go there, I wanted to see …
Sunday morning I submitted my resignation letter to BlogHer. I’ve been with the site from very early on. I watched it go from a handful of unpaid enthusiasts to a sprawling sponsored network with big bucks and dozens of paid contributors. BlogHer pays better than any other network I’ve worked with — that went a …
“Is everyone ready?” “Does it matter if I say NO?” That’s the exchange I had with pilot Kyle just before the little eight seater headed down the runway. I looked at all the analog buttons and dials and the map of the island. I craned my neck to see over the nose of the little …
I was getting ready to leave when the little guy dropped himself down next to me on the sand. He didn’t say anything or reach for me, he just sat down and started playing with his shovel and messing around with sticks. I couldn’t get up and walk away, he was so companionable and quiet, …