The first 200 yards or so…

One day you are going to look back and wonder how you made it—then you will smile simply because you did. I was sixteen when I let go of the delusion that I could not swim without a pool bottom or sea floor in toes’ reach. Although it is quite humorous looking back on the…

Emerging from the depths of fear . . .

My biggest fear once was the fear of drowning? or was it learning to swim unaided… eh, no matter—now I only fear neglecting to live. Swimming was always in the hand I was dealt, but never really a part of my game plan. I spent many summers of my youth at the beach. Oftentimes my…