Sometimes it’s hard to weave together the uplifting with the sorrow.

I’m not sure why, but it’s been the week for fragmented and disjointed conversations.

Our concept of love evolves as we go through life and different experiences.

Sometimes there’s an opportunity to be spontaneous. The stars align.

When the big yellow school bus pulled up to Menemsha Beach the other day and a rather large group of young teens disembarked, the situation was clear. We’d been invaded by the British.

October has given us crisp days, glorious sunsets, cool nights, derby fishing and the surprise visit from of a glorious display of colors dancing across the sky.

Every month carries its own unique spirit, but October has always been a stand out.

September closed its doors with celebration. Not only did the late day sun glisten on the water, but the warm breeze brought in a night filled with a sky full of stars.

Fall has knocked on the door and we’ve let her in.

The countdown has ended. Rods have new line. Lures have new hooks tied with perfect knots. Boats have been outfitted with new gear and fuel tanks have been filled.