This week’s rough wind and waves have torn piles of sea grapes and left them strewn on the shore. I picked my way along their drying heaps thinking of how unattractively they litter the...

On occasion I’ve been at local shops and overheard a visitor say, “Just another perfect day in Paradise!” I smile because it does seem like Paradise, this beautiful island set in a turquoise sea,...

Sometimes I collect an unfamiliar shell on my beach walk to bring home and identify. As I examine the photographs and paragraphs detailing the unique specifics of various shells, I’m overwhelmed with my lack...

Because the island is fairly remote, I do much of my Christmas shopping by mail, combing through stacks of catalogs that arrive each day and searching for perfect gifts. I’m suspicious of ‘one size...

The sand is an ideal canvas for designs. It reacts to wind and rain, to the sweep of sea oats and the smudge of wildflower pollen, to the imprint of animals and humans. This...

I’m still combing through piles of catalogs, looking for gifts for friends and family, many of whom live out of state. I stop at each page and wonder if I will discover the gift...

Our first Thanksgiving on the island seemed strange. After all, I was accustomed to Puritans and northern Indians, a barren November landscape, food designed to warm the body and ward off chills. Here on...

On overcast, cloudy days, I have seen visitors to the island try to get a tan, convinced there is no need for lotion since they can’t see the light, clouded from the sun. Later,...

Last night the moon carved a path on the water, illuminating a route to Heaven. I stood at the dark window staring into the sea, watching the golden light ripple and stir as waves...

When my husband and I moved to this island, more than 1000 miles from what had been home, we knew no one except for the real estate agent who sold us the lot. Finalizing...