Holding on. With every last bit of strength. Feeling as if it slips away it will be gone forever. And this ignites a spark to squeeze eve...

The sky. Black. Temperatures. Brisk. I quietly load all my gear into my car. As I plug the address into my phone. I raise my coffee cup t...

The chirping of the birds echoes throughout the house. A gentle sound, one that connects me with nature. As my thoughts break from dream ...

Starring at my phone. Lying in bed. The scroll from one Social Media app to another. All in search of something positive. Yet only negati...

The wagging tail. Yips of excitement and a few loud barks. My family dogs love stand up paddling. So much so, that if I leave without tak...

The trees' leaves. Red. Yellow. Orange. A vibrant display of colors. Showing off to the world. For the last big celebration of the year. ...

The national anthem rings out through the stadium speakers. Crowd quiet. But the energy in the building buzzing, like that of overhead pow...

No paddling. No motor. Just Mother Nature hooking me up with a free ride. That has been the draw for me. Whether catching a wave at the b...

Floating on a calm body of water. The top of my head resting on my stand up paddleboard. My hands interlaced behind my head. Forearms pr...

The sun shinning down on our faces. The glistening reflection bounces off the water. And the gentle sounds of splashing water fill our ea...

Paddles stashed in the back of my Subaru and my stand up paddleboard folded up into a duffle bag. As I meander through the hectic Boston ...

Walking through the doors. Greeted with a smile. And a kind "hello, how are you." The smile, contagious quickly encourages the sides of m...

Cowbells ringing. Cheers. High fives. And hearing our name echoing threw the crowd. There isn't a better way to finishing something. Espe...

A glassy calm lake. Not a ripple in sight. The first stroke propels the board along. The second moves the board along a bit quicker. An h...

A day that I fell in love with over 20 years ago. Patriots Day or better know to those of us in Boston. As Marathon Monday. Where the Red...

On a road trip. Heading north. Sun still buried below the ocean. Coffee aroma filling the car. And the voice of Gary V screaming through ...

"Buenos Dias." Accompanied with a ear to ear smile. Like the one we wear when we haven't seen a great friend in some time. It is the vibe...

Butterflies fluttering in our stomachs. The mind running through a series of "what ifs". And before we complete each scenario. Something ...

Descending out of the mountains. On highway PR 52. Bending back and forth. Allowing a small glimpse of the Caribbean blue waters. Off to ...

The feeling of flying through the air is one many of us seek out. And there has been many avenues that have helped people find this feeli...