There Are No Yesterdays
A delivery passage from Palma to Sardinia becomes a slow realization: I had been living on an island without really living in it.
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Caribbean Roots
Before Mallorca, there was a one-way ticket to Sint Maarten, a duffel bag, and a job sailing old America’s Cup boats. How a summer at the Manhattan Yacht Club turned into a decade spent chasing a different way of life.
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The First Morning
The morning we stopped waiting to arrive, and started living here instead.
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The Life We Wanted to Come Home To
Why Mallorca became more than a destination.
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Returning to the Page
On journals, islands, and the fifteen years between putting down a pen and picking it back up.
