Pamela Gibson

An old cartoon my dad used to like featured a character with a dark cloud always hovering above his head. I guess if I were that character, I’d have a rainbow over mine. We’ve had a few lucky happenings. The first, I mentioned last time, was the actual recovery of an expensive inflatable boat fender … Read more

You pick your weather carefully when you cross Lake Ontario into Canada. Winds are usually out of the west and the fetch is 193 miles. For those who are not boaters, fetch is the distance a swell can travel across a body of water. If it’s windy, the swells can be high. Five boats left … Read more

Our quick trip home is coming to an end and I discovered a few things. I’m healthy, my teeth are still good, and my friends still remember me. The house is still standing, but the pear tree in the front yard is dying and will have to go. We lost a pine earlier this year. … Read more

It seems strange to wake up in the morning and not feel the gentle sway of water underneath. Sun streams through the windows above my bed and around me is space…blessed space. We’re home, but the time is short. Mail, most of it junk, has been reviewed. Doctors have been visited and prescriptions filled. Visiting … Read more

You’ve heard this before, but I’m trying to get a handle on it, so here I go again.  Soul-searching is not something I do often. I’m more of a roll-with-whatever–life- brings-you person who adapts. Because old fears are still alive and well in my psyche, I’ve lately tried to voice them and analyze them—hoping  they’ll … Read more