I’m a bit hurricane shy, as befits a sailor who has twice swum away from vessels in 100+ knots of circular breeze. Call me a storm-coward—I am cool with that. Just the phrase ‘tropical hurricane’ makes me pee my pants. ...

Five years ago today you could find me in the quaint little village of Las Terrenas, Dominican Republic. I put on a pretty white dress and pretty sandals with seashells, both bought for this particular day. I put flowers in ...