I step lightly up and down the board, speeding up, slowing down, turning, all the while distributing my weight, doing my best to understand the wave’s language.

The three of us are dancing, and I never want it to end.

The surf community calls this never-ending desire “the bug.” And once you get it, there’s no going back … Read moreThe Bug

Most days, getting out of bed before 8 a.m. is completely out of the question, but I made an exception for Kim’s Donut and Deli. The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon. It crept into the sky and cast an orange and gray hue over Titusville, Florida … Read moreTo Florida: The state that’s breaking my heart