Tawanna Sullivan

No He Didn’t!

I was walking along the beach yesterday picking up shells. I was looking for nice colors and shapes so that I can experiment with my camera and photo editing software. Now, this old couple was walking by as I was examining a broken orange shell. The old man took the shell out of my hand and threw it back into the ocean. The old woman then gave me 2 perfect shells from her collection. Old man says, “That’s more like it!” And they walk on down the beach.

I was just shocked. It had happened so fast that the old folks were walking away by the time it registered in my brain that a total stranger had snatched something out of my hand. Yeah, I’m sure he meant no harm, etc.–but damn!

Sometimes broken things are beautiful.

A Bit Of Sun & Sand

I would like to live near water 24-7. It’s so beautiful and peaceful on the beach.

However, condos down here (Boca) start at $2 million. $2 damn million.

The Florida lottery is $30 million dollars this week–but something tells me that’s just chump change to folks down here.

A condo on the Jersey Shore suddenly seems affordable.

Been going to the beach every morning after breakfast. Every once and a while the water will toss a poor little fish or crab on the sand but snatch it back with the next wave.

I’m going to take the camera with me tomorrow and try to get a close up of one of the pelicans. Otherwise . . . I think I’ll lounge around some more and take my fill of the free raspberry tea they put out for guests.

The Rainbow Mountain Horror

Spending a weekend in a rustic, queer-owned resort may seem like a fantastic idea. There’s fresh air, clean water, and glbt as far as the eye can see.