Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
It was hot and humid, even for the tropics. Eloise was tired and floppy, and—most surprisingly—declining to trick-or-treat anymore, even with easy pickings. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Mommy, I needa take it off.” And with that, her plastic sparkly spider-girl tutu dress came off. It was soaked with sweat, the poor baby. She’d…
“What is all that GIGGLING?” Isaac demanded from outside the kitchen window where he was hacking at a tiny pumpkin. I hunched over the sink with a knife and a pineapple. Had I been giggling this whole time? With a flourish, I presented my Pineapp-O-Lantern. The kids looked at the pineapple. They looked at me….
I am ELOISE. I am three. I am an island child. I live near the beach. Because everyone does. Because it’s an island. Here’s what no one tells you about the beach: jellyfish. Whenever you get stung by a jellyfish you must raise a really loud and terrible racket. That way everyone on the beach…
Gusting winds, scattered showers, and small craft advisories…sounded like a good day to head to the North Shore! We got a surprise parking space at Banzai Beach in Pupukea, where reefs offshore produce the famous Pipeline. That reef is also responsible for the nickname “world’s deadliest wave,” since monstrous waves thundering onto sharp reef…you know…kill…
Have you ever seen a treasure map? “If you’re reading this, then you’ve found the Secret Book of Treasure Maps. The treasure lies hidden on the Disappearing Isle, and can only be found just before low tide. ‘The island is the back of a great sea turtle,’ said one sailor. ‘The treasure is buried on…
Mature sunflowers always face east. Or maybe the blooms at Waimanalo Country Farms just like to watch the sunrise over Rabbit Island offshore—and who can blame them? An old VW bus sits like Ferdinand smelling the flowers, listening to the bees, between the mountains and the sea. A storm rolled in, blessing us briefly with…
Part of me was resigned to never seeing any of our stuff ever again after we left Norfolk. Tractor-trailers get in accidents, storage facilities get separated, moldy, or who knows—infested with vermin? Containers fall off ships. Stuff gets misplaced. So I was pretty surprised when our stuff arrived in unexpectedly good condition. A few things…
