Grand Haven is a small town that loves and celebrates the Coast Guard. I mean, really, really loves—and really, really celebrates—the Coast Guard. The roots of the relationship run deep, forged through tragedy and based on the ultimate respect.

The fact that I’d abandoned my first project because of a catastrophic hurricane, only to set its prequel right in the middle of another one, seemed prescient, don’t you think?

The hunt for peak produce—and the farmers fighting to grow it

We made it! Four day, ten states, and almost 1500 miles later, avoiding interstate highways almost all the way. (Confession: our resolve...

Six years ago, John and I took the first of what's become an annual road trip from Austin to Grand Haven, Michigan. The round-trip is...

I’m spending this holiday weekend at Lake LBJ with my extended family. My parents bought a house here in 1968, and it's been where I've...

My first thought was to title this entry “Why The Hell Am I Writing A Blog?” Not the most inviting title, sure, but it’s a legitimate...