My Helpers Mom Tyler, my sixteen year old neighbor, and I had worked in my barn the entire day. It was an excruciatingly hot day; the cooling ocean breeze had not found us, as we worked installing new support beams at the roof. Watching Tyler’s supple body move the large timbers, eying his powerful muscles strain, on a pulley, or using a chisel to open a mortise for the tenon was very seductive. He was young, hard, and so...

 The evening breeze had cooled the sands and chilled me, my nipples hardened under my light tee. I hurried to my shared room. It was a typical hostel, except for the amazing location on a amazing beach. I had been in Byron Bay a week waiting for my tall ship adventure to begin. Claire a beautiful English girl, smart, sassy and at nineteen three years older than me, shared the room with me. I burst into the room and caught...

The flight from London to Copenhagen was short, however my experiences in Copenhagen have shaped my life and will continue to do so. I had just finished my high school exams, home schooled, I was able to graduate at 16, as a reward my parents offered to send me to visit my Aunt Myra in Denmark. I had not seen my aunt for ten years, she had married a professor and started a family. She and my mother are almost identical al...

It was a horrific night, hurricane force winds, lashing rain, the roar of the ocean crashing upon the shore. Early the next morning I examined the roof of my painting studio. The damage was evident, two of the red roof panels were twisted in half, held in place by a few screws. With the promise of further storms, the repairs needed to be done today. Normally I attend to all the work required on my studio, ( I built it mys...