Saturday, May 4, 2019

Writing Tips

By Kristy McCaffrey



As a writer, I always appreciate advice from other authors. But when I’m asked for my own writing tips, I glance over my shoulder, because surely there’s a famous author standing behind me. Still, there are a few bits of advice I can offer.

Surround yourself with people better than you.
This is how you’ll improve. And you can always improve.

Network
Friends make the world a sweeter place. Friends can give you endless ideas about how to move forward in your career. And, finally, to get support, you must give support. Read your friend’s books. You’ll learn much.

Trust your instincts and intuition.
Follow your creative impulses—they’ll always be right and true. But be more business-like and discerning during the editing process and the subsequent marketing of a book. Don’t crumble at the first sign of criticism.

Learn the craft.
This will be an ongoing process that never ends. You’ll make mistakes. Learn from them and move on.

The 80% Rule
If a story is 80% good enough, I send it off to the editor. With good editing, I strive to bring it up to 95%. It’s impossible to reach perfection, so stop tweaking and release your creation to the world.

Be authentic.
As an author, as a writer, and as a person. You are your writing. At the same time, your job is to be as invisible as possible within the work itself. Dig into your characters and plot. Embrace research.

Follow your own path.
Your journey won’t look like anyone else’s, so don’t compare yourself to another author.

Have fun.
If playing with words and stories wasn’t buried deep in your bones, you wouldn’t be doing it in the first place. There are no limitations, really, so don’t place any on yourself.

Be humble. Be curious. Be grateful.



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Friday, April 5, 2019

Book Review: Survival of the Sickest by Dr. Sharon Moalem

By Kristy McCaffrey


Survival of the Sickest:
A Medical Maverick Discovers Why We Need Disease
By
Dr. Sharon Moalem with Jonathan Prince

This fascinating read delves into how certain conditions such as cystic fibrosis, diabetes, and high cholesterol may have benefited humans at one time. Evolution favors survival, and in the face of environmental pressures our genes have, at times, given humans the ability to conquer an immediate biological foe only to have that solution work against us in the long term. The book begins with hereditary disorders, and normally such conditions should die out somewhere along the evolutionary line, but many haven’t. Why? Evolution likes genetic traits that help us to survive and reproduce. Anything that doesn’t contribute to this won’t last long in the genetic pool.

Dr. Moalem first examines a condition called hemochromatosis, a hereditary disease that disrupts how the body metabolizes iron. Normally, the body can detect if there is too much iron and will thereby reduce the amount that is absorbed into your intestines, and the excess will pass out of the body. But with hemochromatosis, the body thinks that it never has enough iron, so continues to absorb it. Over time, this can damage joints, major organs, and affect overall body chemistry. Ultimately, it can lead to liver and/or heart failure, diabetes, arthritis, infertility, psychiatric disorders, and even cancer. If nothing is done, death is inevitable.

Surprisingly, however, the gene for hemochromatosis is the most common genetic variant in people of Western European descent. Humans need iron for nearly every function of our metabolism, but so do parasites and cancer cells. In order to keep it away from deadly invaders, our body has iron-related defense mechanisms, such as proteins in our mouth, eyes, noses, ears and genitals that lock up iron molecules and prevent them from being used.

In 1347, the bubonic plague swept through Europe, killing upwards of 25 million people. Not everyone infected died, however. Research has indicated that the more iron in a given population, the more vulnerable they were to the plague. Generally speaking, adult men were at greater risk than malnourished children and the elderly, who were often iron deficient, as well as adult women, who were iron-depleted from menstruation, pregnancy and breast-feeding.

So, what does this have to do with hemochromatosis? People with this condition, while they have too much iron in much of their body, actually have too little inside their white blood cells—the police of our immune systems and the vector that many infectious agents use to feed off iron and multiply. The plague could never get a foothold in these people.

Hemochromatosis is thought to have originated among the Vikings and was spread throughout Europe as they colonized the coastline, and its purpose may have been altogether different initially. But although the condition would have eventually killed them in the long term, it offered short-term protection against the plague. Those who survived reproduced and passed the mutation on to their children. With successive waves of plague breaking out as recently as the nineteenth century, this condition has survived into today’s population. This might also explain why there was never an epidemic as bad as the Black Death of 1347 to 1350, because people with hemochromatosis made up a majority of the survivors, thereby giving subsequent generations protection.

Dr. Moalem analyzed diabetes, specifically Type 1, which is common in people of Northern European descent and appears to have risen during a rapid cool-down of the earth about 13,000 years ago. It turns out that sugar is a natural antifreeze, and the body’s ability to pump a high amount of glucose into the blood may have helped those caught in a sudden ice age to survive. Moalem also touches on cystic fibrosis (carriers of this gene are protected from tuberculosis), childbirth (and why it has evolved to be so dangerous for human females), as well as HIV and aging.

The bottom line is that while evolution is amazing, it’s not perfect, and every adaptation comes with a compromise. This riveting read will change your perspective on disease and the role genetics plays in our lives.

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Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Navajo Spirits

By Kristy McCaffrey

The Navajo, from the southwestern region of the United States, believe a chindi is the ghost of an individual who has died. It is the part of that person that was imbalanced, or unreconciled, with the Universe. The Navajo believe that it’s best for death to occur outdoors, since this was the best way to disperse the chindi. If a person died within a homestead, or hogan, it was abandoned after the death; the chindi would likely be trapped inside the dwelling.

A skinwalker, or yee naaldlooshii, is a medicine man who has chosen to use his powers for evil. Navajo don’t like to speak of them for fear of retribution, believing them to move among their people undetected. Skinwalkers have the ability to transform into animals or other people. They often take the form of coyote, owl, fox, wolf or crow.

Some Navajo taboos:

Do not mention a dead person’s name or the ghost may come and haunt you.

Do not say chindi (evil spirit) or one will come to you.

Do not let a strange dog follow close behind or you may turn into a wolf man. The dog might be a skinwalker.

In my historical western romance novel, INTO THE LAND OF SHADOWS, Kate Kinsella and Ethan Barstow are forced to confront a chindi.




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Excerpt
Kate wondered how far she’d get on foot before the man standing a few feet away caught her and did God-knew-what.

Ethan Barstow.

Of all her bad luck. She had never met the man, but Charley’s recollections of his brother filled her head. Liar. Swindler. Killer.

“You must be Charley’s fiancée,” he said, watching her closely, his gaze dark.

Swell. He knew who she was. She nodded, deciding now wasn’t the time to share the truth about her and Charley's relationship. Instinct told her she needed to ditch Mister Barstow, but losing the donkey was a bit of a problem. Maybe she could find the animal herself on foot. But what if the three buffoons who’d stolen her horse were still out there?

“I arrived in Flagstaff three days ago looking for Charley,” Ethan said. “I was told he’d left town unexpectedly so I’ve been trailing him. I take it you don’t know where he is, either?”

She cleared her throat. “No, I don’t.”

“Is there some reason why he wouldn’t tell you where he was going?”

Well, it’s not me, but Agnes he didn’t tell. It was far too complicated to explain, least of all to this man, so she uttered, “We’ve had a bit of a misunderstanding.”

“Yeah, Charley and I’ve had a bit of a misunderstanding as well,” Ethan said quietly, almost to himself.

Kate plastered the biggest smile she could onto her face. “I think I’ll just go look for that donkey myself. I really don’t want to be a bother to you.”

She moved past the man who was a dead ringer for Charley, possessing the same angular cheek bones and long nose, the same dark hair, the same lean build as her fiancé. Her fiancé! What a ridiculous mess that was. There had been a time, far back in the beginning of her acquaintance with Charley, when she’d found him attractive and fun. It had been short-lived, especially once Agnes entered the picture. Now, she was face-to-face with a man much like Charley, but while his eyes had been green and his demeanor inviting, Ethan’s eyes were blue, almost gray, like a lake frozen over.

There were other differences, as well, and none of them flattered Ethan. He was a man who had killed other men, and Kate knew she would never find anything appealing in that.

“Hang on a minute,” he said. His hand wrapped around her forearm to stop her—a large, warm hand. “I don’t suppose you have any idea who I am since Charley and I haven’t spoken in over five years, but I came to Flagstaff to hopefully put the past in the past. I came to see if Charley and I could bury our differences. The least I can do is to help you find him, especially since we’ll be kin one day.”

She made the mistake of looking into his eyes. Up close, she could see flecks of gold buried within the blue, and a few wrinkles in the skin around the edges of his eyes. It must be her imagination that he seemed the slightest bit more friendly. Charley had charm and it would seem Ethan did as well, although Kate sensed it wasn’t without shadows.

A killer of men would undoubtedly have many shadows to keep him company. She couldn’t think of how to reply. The last thing she wanted was company, and least of all Ethan’s company. She’d find her damned fiancé herself.

“Yes, it would make sense to look together.” So much for thinking fast on her feet. Her brother, Owen, had always said she was a little slow off the mark. It would seem he was right.

“You can ride Brandy,” Ethan said as he released her arm.

He moved to his other horse and began untying the bags of supplies he’d brought with him. He moved the largest satchel to his horse and tied several knots swiftly to anchor it in place. Kate chewed her lip. She could just make a run for it. The only after-effect of her fall from the donkey was a splitting headache—her legs were perfectly fine. But Ethan would probably chase her down. And then, he’d wonder what was wrong with her. And then, maybe he’d just shoot her in the back if he decided she wasn’t worth the trouble.

The image horrified her. Perhaps she should at least be civil to the man, to ward off her immediate murder. An opportunity for escape would surely present itself.

She had a plan. This was good. Her plan was to make small talk with Charley’s brother, then run for her life when she got the chance.

Copyright © 2013 K. McCaffrey LLC






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Thursday, March 21, 2019

Ada Blackjack: The Female Robinson Crusoe

By Kristy McCaffrey



Ada Blackjack, a petite Inupiat woman born in Alaska, was known as “The Female Robinson Crusoe” after living alone for two years as a castaway on an uninhabited island north of Siberia.

In 1921, Ada set sail on an expedition to Wrangel Island in the Arctic circle. She was given a one-year contract as a seamstress and cook, accompanying four men into the unknown wilderness.

Despite her Inupiat heritage, Ada wasn’t raised with any knowledge of hunting or wilderness survival. Her upbringing by Methodist missionaries ensured that her English was good and gave her a background in the Bible, housekeeping, sewing, and cooking white-people food.

Ada Blackjack and her son, Bennett, in 1923.

At the age of 16, she married Jack Blackjack, a local dog musher, and together they had three children—two of whom who died—before Jack abandoned her. Her surviving child, a five-year-old son named Bennett, suffered from tuberculosis and general poor health, and Ada was forced to place him in an orphanage because she was destitute. But she vowed to find a way to earn enough money to retrieve him. It was at this time that she learned of an expedition heading for Wrangel Island, and they were looking for an Alaska Native seamstress who spoke English.

The expedition was the ill-conceived venture of Arctic explorer Vilhjalmur Stefansson. He recruited four young men to claim Wrangel Island for the British Empire, despite that Britain had never shown any interest in wanting it. Although Stefansson picked the team and funded the trip, he never intended to accompany them, and instead sent the very inexperienced crew into the unknown with only six months of supplies.

Although Ada had reservations about going on expedition with four men, she simply couldn’t pass up the salary of $50 a month, an unheard-of sum for a woman at the time. On September 9, 1921, she boarded a ship with Allan Crawford, 20, Lorne Knight, 28, Fred Maurer, 28, and Milton Galle, 19, and a cat named Victoria.

Ada Blackjack and the expedition crew to Wrangel Island.

For the first year on Wrangel Island, the team was able to supplement their supplies with local game, but when winter descended and the promised boat to fetch them never came (it had to turn back due to impenetrable ice), they were forced to stretch their meager supplies for another year.

At the beginning of 1923, their circumstances had deteriorated. Everyone was starving and Knight was ill with scurvy. On January 28, 1923, Crawford, Maurer and Galle made the decision to set out on foot across the ice to Siberia in search of help, leaving Ada to care for the deathly ill Knight. The three men were never seen again.

The camp at Wrangel Island in late autumn.

For six months, Ada was alone with Knight and cared for him, but it wasn’t easy. She struggled to do the work of four men while playing nursemaid, and Knight, in his misery, constantly berated her. On June 23rd, Knight died. After his death, Ada refused to fall into despair and was determined to survive.

For three months, Ada was alone. During this time, she learned to set traps for the foxes, taught herself to shoot birds, built a platform above her shelter so that she could spot polar bears in the distance, and crafted a skin boat from driftwood and stretched canvas. She even experimented with the expedition’s photography equipment, taking photos of herself standing outside camp.

On August 20, 1923, almost two years after first landing on Wrangel Island, she was rescued, along with the cat, Vic. Heralded as a hero and praised for her courage, Ada shied away from the attention, insisting that she was simply a mother who needed to get home to her son.

She was soon reunited with Bennett and used her payment, which was less than she had been promised, to seek treatment for his tuberculosis in a Seattle hospital. She later had a second son, Billy, and returned to live in Alaska.

While Stefansson and others profited from the story of the tragic expedition, Ada received none of the money, and smear campaigns against her character later emerged claiming that she had callously refused to care for Knight. Bennett’s health issues were never fully resolved, and he died of a stroke in 1972 at the age of 58. Ada passed a decade later at the age of 85, and she was buried beside Bennett.

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Book Review: The Eight by Katherine Neville and Additional Work

By Kristy McCaffrey

I must confess that Katherine Neville is a favorite author of mine, and her book, The Eight, is one of my all-time treasured novels. Although her portfolio of work is small, her complicated plots are filled with everything from science to history to symbolism. Her women are intelligent, her heroes bold and swoon-worthy, and her stories will keep you on your toes. If you've never tried Neville then begin with The Eight, the best of the bunch. While the rest of her work doesn't match the scope and intensity of this beloved classic, each of her books offers hours of reading pleasure.

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The Eight
by
Katherine Neville

This epic novel alternates between two women—Catherine Velis, a computer expert living in New York City in 1972, and Mireille de Rémy, a novice at Montglane Abbey in the south of France in 1790. Their fates are intertwined due to the Montglane Chess Service, an ancient (and possibly magical) chess set once owned by Charlemagne. As both women are compelled into searching for the chess pieces scattered around the world, their lives are forever changed, because entering the Game means a race for unlimited power. This novel was published in the 1970s but still holds up today. Ms. Neville has woven fiction around history, with many famous players showing up—Catherine the Great, Napoleon Bonaparte, and French mathematician Fourier—and the resulting story is so seamless that you will be hard-pressed to distinguish fact from fabrication. She also deeply explores the science behind her fictional Montglane Service; you won’t be disappointed by the revelations. I guarantee you’ll never look at the game of chess the same again. This is a gripping, hard-to-put-down novel that will make you feel smarter from having read it. I highly recommend.

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*****


The Fire
by
Katherine Neville

The Fire is a follow-up to The Eight and features many characters from that book, namely Cat Velis and Alexander Solarin, who is now her husband. This story centers around their daughter, Alexandra. Like her father, she’s a chess prodigy, but when the book opens, she hasn’t played in years. I won’t discuss the circumstances of why because it’s a huge spoiler—and there are a few additional shocking plot twists along the way, so keep reading. You’ll definitely want to get to the end. As in The Eight, the characters are caught up in a hunt for pieces from a famous (and fictitious) chess set that dates back hundreds of years and is entwined with alchemical mysteries. Alexandra must join forces with an adversary from her childhood, Ukrainian Chess Master Vartan Azov, who’s also not-too-shabby in the looks department. There’s secrecy, riddles, science, mysticism, and a dash of romance, along with a dual story set in 1822 that eventually intersects with modern day. The ending was a bit too obscure for me, but Ms. Neville has written a clever plot populated with engaging characters. I was quite swept away with the story.

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*****


The Magic Circle
by
Katherine Neville

The Magic Circle is an ambitious novel, and for that I commend Ms. Neville. However, it was a challenging book to read. I loved the heroine, Ariel, but the family relationships—and there are many limbs on the tree—became increasingly difficult to follow. By the end, I really had no idea who was related to who, and the romantic entanglements between ‘cousins’ left me feeling a bit off-kilter. However, there’s such an abundance of history here (a lengthy backstory starring none other than Jesus) and an odd side-story involving Hitler, that it’s clear that Neville worked hard on this massive book. My favorite character—Sam—didn’t have enough screen time, but Ariel was a strong protagonist, if not a little too trusting of the men in her life. Despite my frustrations with this novel, it's definitely worth a read.

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*****


A Calculated Risk
by
Katherine Neville

Verity Banks is the youngest female executive at one of the largest banks in the world. When her boss sabotages her chance to become Director of Security at the Federal Reserve, she decides to do something daring—steal from the bank, use it to earn 30 million dollars, and return the money before anyone realizes what she’s done. To aid her in this quest, she joins forces with a former mentor—a brilliant computer scientist, Dr. Zoltan Tor. This book was published in the 1990s, and the technology reflects it, but it offers a fascinating peek at data management thirty years ago. It’s a clever cat-and-mouse game with high stakes and romantic elements between Verity and Tor. I really had fun reading it.

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*****


The Tuesday Club
by
Katherine Neville

This short story is classic Neville, with a collection of historical figures front and center. While in France, Benjamin Franklin is called upon to decipher an encoded message from Scotland that could have startling ramifications for the fledgling United States. As he deciphers the missive—and very cleverly, I might add—he bounces ideas off none other than Thomas Jefferson and John Adams. This quick read is delightful, with a really shocking twist.

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Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Sailing The British Virgin Islands


By Kristy McCaffrey

“Who is staring at the sea is already sailing a little.”
~ Belgian author Paul Carvel


I am not a sailor, but I recently lived the life of one. Last month, my husband and I sailed on a private catamaran around the British Virgin Islands, or BVI as the locals refer to it. And we fell completely under its spell.

The Moorings dock at Road Town, Tortola, BVI.

We sailed on a crewed 5800 yacht with The Moorings, one of the largest charter companies in the world. Our starting point was Road Town, located on the island of Tortola. Although many people fly to nearby St. Thomas, located in the U.S. Virgin Islands, we opted to connect through San Juan, Puerto Rico, which required a brief flight in a propeller plane to Beef Island.

Our plane from San Juan, Puerto Rico,
to the British Virgin Islands.

The airport at Beef Island, Tortola, BVI.

All told, it took us two days of travel at the beginning and end of our 5-day sailing adventure, but it also meant that we had time to adjust to the time change (thankfully only three hours) as well as regaining our land-legs before heading home.

Our international crew: Chef Kay, Captain Derek,
and Steward Grant. (Kay was from Jamaica, Derek
from the U.K., and Grant was from South Africa.)
Eight of us boarded our catamaran on a Sunday morning and were greeted by our Captain, Derek, our cook, Kay, and our steward, Grant. The entire crew was professional, friendly, and made our entire week an unforgettable vacation. Each of the four couples had their own private cabin that included a private bath and adequate closet and cabinet space, but be sure to pack using a duffle bag as those are easier to stow.

Leaving Tortola for our 5-day sailing adventure.

On a side note, one benefit of visiting the BVI’s, at least for Americans, is the use of U.S. Dollars, U.S. electrical outlets, and a strong wifi and cell service connection our entire trip. This made it easy to stay caught up on work (although we certainly did as little as possible), and enabled us to remain in contact with our children, always a plus.

Our boat, the Laurel Lee. In the back, you can
see one of the main deck cabins.
The same cabin from the other side.

The boat had six cabins in total, with four on the lower level and two on the main level that included a forward-facing door that led to the bow. The top deck had a full flybridge complete with a helm station and wet bar, making it our main hangout for the week. The outdoor aft dining area could accommodate all of us, and the crew decorated it with a different table setting for each meal. It’s these little touches that really added to the enjoyment of the trip.

The flybridge. Very comfortable and the best place to be
while sailing (helps with seasickness).

The outdoor aft dining area. To the right you
can see our motorized dinghy, used for
shore excursions.

We had latitude in choosing our itinerary, but for the most part we let Captain Derek guide us, since he knew the islands far better than us. Our first stop was Cooper Island, population 44, not including the wild goats roaming the shoreline. At most of our stops, we were moored off shore and could use a tender to visit dry land. However, we were so close to the beach of Cooper Island that my husband and I jumped in the water and snorkeled over.

Our boat. We had the use of paddle boards
and a 2-person kayak.

Most evenings, we were moored offshore.

There's nothing like the wind in your sails.

Speaking of snorkeling, we had many great opportunities to view a diversity of fish and coral. We enjoyed the grasses of Cooper Island, the expansive Diamond Reef (near Scrub Island), the unique Caves of the privately-owned Norman Island, and the starkness of the Indians (the last two only accessible by boat). We also clambered through the rocky boulders and pathways of The Baths on Virgin Gorda, and enjoyed our parking spot at the dock at Leverick Bay (which meant we could come and go from the boat as we pleased). It was here that we had a fleeting encounter with Sir Richard Branson, the billionaire CEO and founder of the Virgin Group (which includes Virgin Atlantic and Virgin Mobile, to name a few). He owns nearby Mosquito Island, as well as the much smaller Necker Island, both of which are a short boat ride from Leverick Bay. As we dined that evening, we caught a glimpse of him as he arrived to pick up a passenger in a small speedboat. The area is so beautiful that we can well understand why he chooses to live here.

The Caves. We were able to swim into three
different caves located along this rocky face.

The Indians. This was advanced snorkeling with a bit of a
current, but the marine life was worth it.

My husband navigating The Baths on Virgin Gorda.

Leverick Bay on Virgin Gorda, BVI.

The view from Hog Heaven Bar, a popular hangout on
Virgin Gorda that overlooks Leverick Bay.

The same view beneath a full moon.

One of our favorite stops was Anegada, the northernmost of the British Virgin Islands. While the islands of the BVI and nearby USVI are volcanic and mountainous, Anegada is formed entirely of coral and limestone, making it flat and low. The name is derived from the Spanish term for the flooded land, tierra anegada, with its highest point only 28 feet above sea level. The main activities here are kitesurfing, horseshoes, and a whole lot of doing nothing. We skipped the traditional lobster dinner that came highly recommended to us because we’d become quite loyal to our own chef, Kay. Her meals were made with fresh ingredients, homemade entrees and sides, and a whole lot of love, and we didn’t want to miss a one of them.

Anegada Island, BVI.

Anegada Island, BVI.

My husband and I in full vacation mode.

Our wonderful chef, Kay, and all the amazing meals she
prepared for us.











A little history of the islands: The Virgin Islands were first settled by the Arawak from South America, but the first European sighting was by Christopher Columbus in 1493. He named them Saint Ursula and her 11,000 virgins. The entire area is still recovering from the devastation of Hurricane Irma in September of 2017, but the magic of the place is palpable. In addition to wild goats, there are also wild chickens everywhere. And while I’m a true animal lover, I must admit that the roosters nearly drove me insane with their incessant crowing. They are endlessly annoying and the only saving grace is their gorgeous coloration. But the hens and the chicks are the personification of cuteness and thankfully make up for the cockiness of the boys.

A wild rooster of Tortola, BVI.

A hen and her chick on the beach at Brewer's Bay, Tortola, BVI.

Our last day was bittersweet, because we didn’t want our time on the water to end. Kay prepared a wonderful breakfast (frittata, fresh fruit, crispy bacon, and toast), and then we packed up our rooms before motoring across Sir Francis Drake Channel.

Our last breakfast.

A pretty and cloudy day greeted us, and the sea offered only a bit of chop. Within an hour we had arrived back at Road Town, thoroughly impressed with Captain Derek’s parking job as he expertly maneuvered the giant catamaran while dodging a strong wind. We spent the night on Tortola at a quaint inn on Brewer’s Bay, and I indulged dining on my favorite dish of fried plantains while pelicans and boobies entertained us with their fishing technique: dive-bombing.

Brewer's Bay, Tortola, BVI.

Fried plantains (and my husband's last cigar LOL).

As I think back to my time aboard the Laurel Lee and sailing the British Virgin Islands, the sea continues to whisper in my ear, and I’m certain that saltwater now fills my veins. And for a brief time, I was a sailor.

Sailing the British Virgin Islands. I wholeheartedly recommend it.