Sailing The Pink Sea, Debbie Huntsman http://sailingthepinksea.com Breast Cancer / Women's Sailing and Reducing Plastic Waste Fri, 15 Jan 2010 14:57:37 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Ode to Diane
Chemo. Goddess. Warrior maven of defense. You led us, your sisters, through fields where we battled insurgencies within our own breasts. You offered sorties of resistance, standing resolute, hell bent against giving ground. You were our stalwart midwife past death, delivering us to shimmering new days. Be we cowards or brave, without judgment, you ushered us to hope or glory. We rewarded you imperfectly with our [...]]]> http://sailingthepinksea.com/2010/01/ode-to-diane/ What are we dancing for?
A few days ago, I watched what was intended to be an uplifting video of hospital workers, all wearing pink gloves, dancing with glee. As I watched I bitterly asked, “What are they celebrating?” Earlier the same morning I learned a special friend is now in the end stages of battling breast cancer. I felt [...]]]> http://sailingthepinksea.com/2009/11/what-are-we-dancing-for/ In the dumps
If I had a clue it would be so hard to shed 10 pounds of plastic, I wouldn’t have resolved to do it. Now, after 10-plus months, a 10 pound reduction seems unreasonable and unattainable. I have not done the math, but I don’t think I can make it, unless I move to a deserted [...]]]> http://sailingthepinksea.com/2009/11/in-the-dumps/ Falling into permanent material
Because I did so poorly avoiding poly in September, I have put off telling about the results. First, I took a head-over-heals dismount from my bike, knocking my head, which was thankfully encased in a quality plastic helmet. Wearing a bike helmet surely saved me from a nasty knot on the noggin. Because it is recommended [...]]]> http://sailingthepinksea.com/2009/10/falling-into-permanent-material/ Sex of the sailors
Most places in the world, we sailors can not wait for the summer to begin, bringing warm breezes and long days, ingredients for splendid sailing. Where I sail though, we can’t wait for the summer to wane. With October here, the weather I have yearned for can finally be glimpsed around the calendar’s corner — it [...]]]> http://sailingthepinksea.com/2009/10/most-sailors-arent-like-me/ It’s the little things
Robert W. Service (you know, the famous bard of the Yukon) wrote,”It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.” In August, my efforts to reduce my plastic use further has hit a wall, or a sand dune. The tidbits of plastic I never gave a thought to [...]]]> http://sailingthepinksea.com/2009/09/its-the-little-things/ Gone Coastal (Part IX)
Mexican Train Miguel’s phone walks across the storage chest, buzzing like an over-sized beetle. Cook extracts himself from the galley, grabs the phone and pretends to toss it out the open hatch. We cheer as he follows Randy’s earlier remedy—flips the phone open, then shut—to quiet the frenetic buzz. Amí is still not feeling well enough to [...]]]> http://sailingthepinksea.com/2009/09/gone-coastal-part-ix/ Gone Coastal (Part VIII)
EL TELEFONO Cook has closed the bilge and is rooting through the ice chest when Margarete and I emerge from her quarters fully chocolatized. Most of the men who had taken to their bunks to sulk over the floppy dinghy and their resulting denial, are now on deck gazing longingly toward shore. A few others have [...]]]> http://sailingthepinksea.com/2009/08/gone-coastal-part-viii/ Hey Joe ]]> http://sailingthepinksea.com/2009/08/hey-joe/ Gone Coastal (Part VII) ]]> http://sailingthepinksea.com/2009/07/chocolate/