by Ann Lee Miller | Apr 18, 2014 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
At the tail end of the sixties we were kids—growing up on boats sandwiched between Miami’s Coconut Grove—hippie central—and Biscayne Bay. Our gang of dock rats added and subtracted kids with the fluctuation of the Dinner Key Marina census and sundry petty feuds, but... by Ann Lee Miller | Apr 11, 2014 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
My three-year-old brother viewed the dock’s ribbon of one-by-sixes as a personal drag strip for his rattletrap tricycle. R.J., whose swimming career had been confined to the bathtub, started half way down the dock and pedaled full-tilt the gauntlet of coiled rope,... by Ann Lee Miller | Apr 3, 2014 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
I lay on the bowsprit, my favorite haunt at sea, willing phosphorescence to appear in the navy blue waters of the Atlantic. Mom’s words rolled around in my head, Do you think I should divorce your dad? Our family could use a little luminescence. Wind danced around me... by Ann Lee Miller | Mar 27, 2014 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays
At twelve I’d had my fill of Saturday-Sunday cruises, but my family nevertheless stowed fresh water, powdered milk and pasta for a three week sail around Key West and home to Miami on our thirty-six foot yawl—though Dad added the bowsprit and called it forty.... by Ann Lee Miller | Mar 20, 2014 | Blog, Just The Facts Fridays, Miami FL- Living Aboard a Sailboat
If chores built character, I’d be a twelve-year-old Mother Theresa. Today, on a perfect summer morning, I stood in Annie Lee’s porthole-less gloom washing last night’s marinara from Mom’s sailboat emblazoned Melmac. Fish bones floated in the dying suds, making me...