The fact that establishment scientists say something doesn’t exist doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. It only means that science has no effective way to measure it.

Windsurfing, the sound of the word contains all the mystery of a solitary buoy in the fog, echoing across the water at the end of the day.

Inside, my spirit is sparkling like foam on the crest of a wave at high tide under a full moon.

If you didn’t fall down, you would never have learned how to pick yourself up.

The feeling of freedom and scent of sea air are intoxicating. As the wind picks up, I gain speed, holding on to life with a capital L

Out here on the water, it’s a fine line between feeling in control and losing it altogether.

Producing obituaries is a way of creating a legacy to remember important people of our times and their contributions. No matter whose obituary it is, I look for something inspirational about each person.

Flip a coin. Life or death. Heads or tails. You never know.

If there’s a takeaway from working here, it’s an understand that, as bioorganisms, we are a walking time bomb programed for cellular self-destruction. Not if, when.