THE TROPIC OF CANCER

Sailing the Sea of Cortez is like sailing on another planet. Cherry-colored-cactus-flower-desert-mountains pile up past the clouds, plateau into mesas, then drop down into seafoam water that’s as smooth and transparent as sea glass. And there are sirens and mega-toothed monsters and THIS is my Shangri La. The sun shines 320 days of the year …

CROCODILE TEARS

The Sea of Cortez, where to begin? At the beginning. I flew into Baja like a cold wind, drunk on exhaustion and high on the smell of sea salt.  It took me 9 hours, 4 planes, two airlines, two cities in Texas, and the threat of being reported as a hostile passenger, to get there. …

SHIPWRECKED

Dear Diary, I felt sick all day. Nauseous, exhausted, jittery, spun- like a spinning top in the hands of some aggressive kid on too much Adderall. I should have known something was brewing, cause the full worm moon was on the rise and that marks a time of transition. It’s the Spring Moon, Sugar Moon, …