I’m a Boat People
by Tim Reynolds
I come from a long line of boat people. Three hundred and ninety-eight years ago my ninth Great-Grandfather left his wife and five daughters at home to sail off on something longer than a three-hour tour. Richard never returned, although after three years, he had Elizabeth and the girls sail over to join him.
Unfortunately, five years later, he was dead, cause unknown. He was only forty-nine. Now, I’m not saying ninth-Great-Grandma had anything to do with ninth-Great-Grampa’s untimely and mysterious death, but maybe sailing away on the Mayflower without his family wasn’t his best decision ever.
The weighing of anchors and snapping of mainsails is so ingrained in our blood that my father bought a twenty-foot sailboat when I was a kid so the family could ply the exciting waters of Lake Ontario. We spent many “joyous” long weekends away from our friends, on… continue reading in Summer 2018 issue.
Just Keep Swimming
by Lillian Csernica
To many people, summer means the beach with hot sand, cool water, sunshine, cold drinks, carnival rides, and all that glorious junk food. I remember the day my husband and I took our son, John, to the beach for the first time. John wasn’t even in kindergarten yet, but he already showed a fondness for water.
In early spring, the weather was still cold, the water even colder. John stood there holding his father’s hand, staring out at the Pacific Ocean with his eyes wide. The sight of it blew his mind.
Later, once the weather warmed up, we took John to the beach for the usual fun. That’s when we discovered the sensation of cold means … continue reading the Summer 2018 issue of SEARCH Magazine.
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by Kay Tracy
As a budget minded traveler, I found a great price for a four day cruise to the Bahamas. The two of us would have a nice break from the cold and frosty winter in Iceland. The grand adventure started with a quiet arrival in a mostly deserted airport, a shuttle to the rental car, then the start of a D.C. to Florida drive.
I know what you’re thinking. Why was I driving to Florida? Why not just fly? Because, there are states I have not yet been to. That and when I booked the trip, there was no storm bearing down in the east coast of the US. Oh, well, no sense not having a real adventure. I mean, how can you pass up truck stops with little alligator head souvenirs? And the scenery? Frosty but awesome all at the same time… continue reading in the Summer 2018 issue.
by Emerian Rich
Rockaway Beach, Pacifica, CA
The ocean is a massive force that has fascinated man from the beginning of time. If you’re contemplating visiting the coast, you’ll never be able to see it all at once. If you can choose only one locale, how do you know which is best for your dollar and your time allotted?
We’ve pit locations against each other for you so you can be an informed visitor and tally up your personal score for each locale. Make those summer getaways work for you and your family in the best possible way.
Rockaway Beach is in the southern portion of Pacifica, California, approximately seven miles from San Francisco. It’s one of the cleanest beachfronts in the San Francisco Bay Area and is home to the landmark Nick’s Seafood Restaurant. As early as 1776, limestone was quarried here, and limestone from this beach was used to help rebuild after the 1906 earthquake.
Now, the beach is used for day trips, weddings, and is a favorite spot for artists to sketch and paint. A cluster of restaurants and shops draw tourists and locals alike… Read more about Rockaway and Ocean Beach in the Summer 2018 issue
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Authors present will be: Laurel Anne Hill, Sumiko Saulson, J. Malcolm Stewart, Loren Rhoads, Emerian Rich, Mercy Hollow, E.M. Markoff, Trinity Adler, and more!
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The sea has always been a mystical and hypnotic entity beckoning us to play. From the early explorers called to the edge of the Earth in search of treasure to deep sea divers excited by new species, mankind can’t help but be mesmerized by its power, bounty, and beauty.
When I was a child, we would always visit Southern California during the summer. No matter where we lived, I could always count on a trip to the beach and a visit to Disneyland. I remember the tropical smell of suntan lotion as warm air blew through open car windows and palm trees zipping by as we traversed the Los Angeles and San Diego freeways. The drive along the coast is something you’ll never forget. Everything is so big, so blue, so ocean-y. It’s an effect that doesn’t get smaller with age. Seeing it again as an adult, the beach still stretches further than you can imagine walking. The horizon still meets the sea with a hazy never-ending expanse of water. The palms still reach higher than you could climb and sway with the breeze, dancing to the carefree “party feeling” that permeates beach life.
I’ve been lucky enough to land in the San Francisco Bay area and take part in a new sort of #OceanLife. Different, but still inspiring. Our beaches are a little colder, our sea life kept in tanks, but our water is just as mesmerizing on a hot summer day as the sun glitters a path for us to follow into the sea.
In this issue, we’ll be talking about sea life, ocean-inspired crafts, and water activities. Join us as we travel around the world to experience the best the sea has to offer. Get your copy today!
Emerian Rich / Editorial Director
by Tim Reynolds
I loves me my trees. Not in a “that young fella needs some serious therapy” kinda love. More like adoration, appreciation, affection, and a few other A-words from the thesaurus.
Sadly, I have another A-word, allergies. Specifically, dust, mold, mildew, ragweed, grass, and trees. In other words I’m allergic to the entire world. Over the decades my allergies have tapered off, but when I was a young goat exploring the world I was always trying different places in which to hide from my two younger sisters.
The crawlspace under my parents’ bedroom was perfect. It had just enough hanging spider egg sacks to keep my sisters at bay. It also had enough dust, mold, and mildew to give me a serious respiratory infection for a month.
Next I thought of hiding in the grass in the backyard, but Mom had some bizarre fixation about having a nicely groomed short lawn around our suburban brick castle, so I would have looked like… continue reading in Spring 2018 issue.
by Emerian Rich
When you have a baby, your whole world changes. Everyone tells you this will happen when you’re pregnant and it’s one of life’s solid truths along with death and taxes. Still, no matter how you prepare for it, or think you’re ready, it always seems to catch you off guard.
My son was born happy and healthy, if a bit early, twelve years ago. Despite complications during and after pregnancy, we were pretty happy for about a year. We reveled in the new baby smell. We giggled at his baby bandito burrito shape. We even smiled when he pooed. Every parent on the planet can recount these cute stories, whether you want them to or not.
At about a year old we realized we needed to get our son checked out. Even though he was a happy, energy-filled cutie, with the exception of…continue reading the Spring 2018 issue of SEARCH Magazine.