It was the first time I had been so far away from home and my eyes and mind filled with amazement as I watched all these people driving past us and us past them. Who were they, I wondered.
Author: Journey Waters
Another Turning Point or Déjà Vu
It was July 2016, 7 months after losing Lexie, when I set out in a kayak from Canada bound for Key West. Many of you followed along during that trip – Canada to Key West. The purpose of that trip was not to reach Key West, but to reach within and find out who I was – without Lexie.
Adventure precedes Adventure
As the clouds covered what little moon there was, we sat floating in the darkness of night in the middle of the water when suddenly we heard it. CHUFF! Looking toward the sound, we heard it again, CHUFF! There in the distance, we saw then, glowing in this bioluminescent water – dolphins swimming toward us.
Every Grain of Rice
Just then, the woman who asked me to take their photo earlier, looked at me and said: “would you like to join us for dinner?” Minutes later I was sitting with them enjoying a nice Indian dish, some wine and watermelon.
One year one the road
Over and over these people prove the news to be wrong. The world is full of good, no – great people. People that open up their homes and hearts and welcome in a stranger, but it doesn’t end there. Not only am I…
Subdermal Implant to Honor a Loved One
Overnight, I went from someone who had never had a tattoo or piercing to suddenly being on the fringe of what society finds acceptable; even the very people who were on the fringe found my request troubling.
Lexies Bone Fragment to be Reinserted
Next month, the creator of subdermal himself- Steve Haworth, will be implanting Lexie’s bone fragment himself. This time the bone fragment will be encapsulated in medical grade silicone and surgically implanted below the dermis.
St. Patrick’s Day – USA
Despite my disdain for St. Patrick’s Day in America, I am looking forward to actually exploring Ireland, learning about its history, my history and enjoying the local fare. I might even try a pint.
Poultney Vermont – Small Town America
I was just a Fourteen-year-old boy, but I too, quickly fell in love with Poultney. Not just the lake, but the town, the community. A young boy having grown up in the Suburbs of New York City, I’d not seen anything like this place. That was thirty-nine years ago.
Monsters and Demons
Monsters and Demons afraid of this light return to the darkness hiding from sight
With things to do and places to be there isn’t time to remember what frightened me





