Homeless!

I’m homeless! Well, not quite totally yet, I’m regrouping in Wyoming at my dad’s. I’ve had two invitations from the west coast and one from the east to tempt me so far. One of them even offered the services of an attractive masseuse as compenstation – let’s have some more of that! I need to…

My Grandfather Passes On

R. Blocksma

While I wasn’t there when my grandfather died, I’m eternally grateful for the week I spent helping to care for him in the hospital prior to his death. As a child he was a magical figure to me, the source of gifts, desserts, far-fetched stories, and fishing trips. As an adult I marvel at his accomplishments, and feel rather small in comparison. Here is a short biography, written by my mother and printed in The Island Sun, the British Virgin Islands paper that covered much of his work there.