Everything written, in order. Life afloat, recovery, fatherhood, the hustle, the failures, and whatever the open ocean teaches when you're paying attention.
I want to be clear upfront: I was not in the mob. I was not a made man. I was not connected. I was a 21-year-old kid from Long Island with a truck, a fishing route, and a deeply misplaced sense of inv…
If you want to know someone's story, look at what they've named their boats. Some names tell you everything you need to know about a person in two words. Not always in a good way.
It began the first time I rode a wave. The feeling. The rush. The high. I didn't know it then — I was a kid, Long Island, summer, the world was uncomplicated — but something got switched on that day t…
It happens so fast that the strike itself isn't really the thing. The crack. The freeze. The blank screens where your instruments used to be. That's it. You're not dead. You don't scream. You just sto…
They tell you it's brave. They tell you it's the hardest day. They tell you the rest gets easier. What they don't tell you is that for most people, Day 1 doesn't feel like a beginning. It feels like t…
I wrote something on my fortieth birthday that I never showed anyone.
No algorithm. No ads. Honest dispatches from the water, sent when there is something worth saying.