Under sail

By Erik Dolson

“Can we take the Christmas lights  back to Oregon?” Irish asked.

She said once before she wanted to use that storage space under the seat at the navigation station for something else. Storage is always an issue, even on an oversized boat like Foxy. Continue reading “Under sail”

It’s just a story

By Erik Dolson

We talk about the Parkinson’s. We even laugh about it, when words come out wrong and there’s no consequence.

We were holding hands and walking back to the boat where we live when Irish wanted to say “Do you remember when …”  Instead, it came out “Do you remember me?”

“I try to remember you,” I said. “Sometimes.” Whatever she wanted to ask evaporated by the time we stopped laughing. Continue reading “It’s just a story”