Sailing Papillon

Someone robbed my boat last night. I woke up at about 1:30am because I heard noises.  Someone was approaching the V-berth.  I thought on...

My ultimate low in travel-related illness came when Stylish was three years old.  The two of us were on our way back to Canada from Spain,...

I haven’t slept in nine days.  I don’t mean that in a cool, James Bond,  I’m-in-a-tiny-room-with-a-bright-light-being-tortured-for-the-lo...

One of the much-vaunted benefits of travel is that it makes you open to new things.  It is supposed to be a growth experience.  Spending t...

I received a package today that contained three mysterious items called "cassettes".  As I understand it, these are audio record...

Q:  My friend has a metal boat.  I had him over for beers last night, and all he talked about was electrolytic corrosion.  I love boat tal...

One of the questions I get with some regularity is: how has cruising affected your marriage?  And I understand why people want to know.  I...

Those of you enduring the endless North American winter this year won't empathize, but we are sweltering out here in the South Pacific...

I spent Wednesday evening packed into a small cafeteria with two hundred other parents.  As we listened to Stylish's principal talk ab...

March is almost upon us, and with it comes New Caledonia's big cyclone month.  We have been very, very lucky up until now; only Cyclon...

When Erik went back to work, Papillon became My Boat.  By which I mean, Papillon became My Problem.  With my resident handyman thousands o...

On Sunday evening, Indy buried her head in my leg and cried, "I don't want to go back to school!" I patted her head.  I was...