Category Archives: Tides-A-Com’n

Milestones

I’ve spent the last few weeks in a state of heart-pounding retroactive dread. It’s not especially practical, as there’s nothing left to lose. This is supposed to be freedom, right? It was this time last year that my place washed … Continue reading

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Dreamtime

The tweakers have been fighting over my sneakers. As well they might. They are a sweet old pair of vintage Adidas that I used to wear to cut the grass. When my property fell into the ocean, there was no … Continue reading

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Afterlife

It’s my hurricane party and I’ll cry if I want to, and take all the pictures I want. The End! I know, right? Yet my place hung in there, on the edge, for a long, long time. I appreciated the … Continue reading

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WillShe B. Next

Do not go acting a fool right now, for I am in the angry phase of grief. In addition to other events, which we will cover shortly, my friend Regnor, one of the most inspiring and disciplined artists I’ve ever … Continue reading

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Sanctuary

The Farmer’s Almanac called this last full moon the “Cold Moon, when winter fastens its grip,” and noted that the Cheyenne Indians called it “Moon when the wolves run together.” I need to write those wolves a thank-you note. What … Continue reading

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Trust

Things are happening so fast here, it’s making my head spin. Every week, this is a different place. “In God We Trust”‘s whole yard disappeared in a single high tide, and now is on the edge, with a huge log … Continue reading

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Watcherfront

What a surreal image, to see the last part of Craig’s house clinging to the bank early Friday morning.  In gale-force winds on Thursday, November 6, the bedroom and living room fell off the bank, were smashed into bits and … Continue reading

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