The Thing About Jill

A s many of you reading this surely know, I am engaged to be married to a lovely English woman named Jill whom I met three years ago while traveling in London. Since that time a lot of water literally has passed under the keel for both of us, as we acquired and...

Why I Changed My Mind About Abortion

The issue is not whether an unborn child is a human life, or whether there is a God in whose eyes that life is sacred and its destruction profane, both of which are truths any honest religious faith must readily admit. The question is whether a civil government should...

A Eulogy for My Brother

Jay Edwin Hurley, Jr. July 10, 1941 to December 3, 2017 W hat has come to me today, and to all of us, is the unexpected, unwelcome and, frankly, impossible task somehow to punctuate the end of my brother’s life with a statement of what his life meant to us—unexpected,...

Letters from the Sea: A Sinking

A s a few friends will recall and the few readers of scattered press reports at the time have surely forgotten, I was sailing alone, ten days out of Charleston, when I made the decision to abandon a leaking, weather-beaten, fifty-year-old ketch named Prodigal in rough...

Notes on a Revolution

I t is the birthright of every American to have an opinion about the president—however indifferently the holder of that office may be loved or loathed. But with President Trump, it’s different. The birthright has become a bounden duty. Our opinions about Trump, for or...

The Crossing

“What a long, strange trip it’s been.” –The Grateful Dead W ell, better late than never, as they say. It took me a while—fifty-nine years, to be exact—but after a lifetime of sailing, more than my share of lost and sunken boats, two lost and sunken marriages, and the...