a freelance journal


Self Portrait

After starting surfing nearly 25 years ago, it’s been all down hill from there.  It’s a passion that has consumed my life nearly as much as my daughter and wife.  I find myself diving into new interests and stories all the time, however, I drop them all at the promise of surf.  Writing about this passion is only natural and just as time-consuming. After graduating from the University of North Carolina at Wilmington with a B.A in English, I realized I qualified for little else other than the life of writer.  I have no patience for a desk and become anxious at the thought of swells that go unridden.  At the time “writer” wasn’t paying, at all, so Sonny, a 10-year-old lab and first mate, and I moved inland to pursue life in the professional world.  Landlocked for a year or two, I was able to stay anxiety and pursue my high school sweetheart and eventually convince her I was much more mature than she remembered.  Even talked her into marrying me before finally returning to the southeast coast and starting our family here along the Cape Fear River.  I wound up teaching high school English after a second chance at school, odd jobs in restaurants and coffee shops and a decade on the Wrightsville Beach Ocean Rescue Squad.  I am still in the classroom though it seems lately Sonny and I are often sneaking down the back stairwell for more surf, fishing (I drive, Sonny lacks thumbs), or some other pursuit not in my job description.  When not extolling the virtues of American Literature, film or language and composition, we can be found out and about the country, across the border, on the water, and in line-ups around the globe-not too mention up and down our beloved east coast. Most often, you’ll find us at “the north end.”

North End Classic

Six years ago I was introduced in an unassuming way to this spot we call home and the place this blog originates–the north end of Carolina Beach.  In similar unassuming fashion the spot has gripped my life and has provided me with some of the best surf to be found, a host of eclectic persons that make it a second home, a go to surf spot for my brother and our friends, Sonny and I with infinite hours of fetch and sand bars for strolling, my daughter a place to learn to swim and surf, and my wife and I a place to relax and unwind from life beyond Pleasure Island.  We find ourselves in all kinds of adventures, interests and passions and we always seem to find our way home.  So while this blog will find a myriad number of interests and outlets, it will return to this second home for looks at swell events, the people and life controlled by surf and reflection on days at the whimsy of 2-year-old imagination and desire.

I hope you find something useful, entertaining, or perhaps even a good waste of time.  If you should find yourself paddling out at our little spot or just relaxing on the beach, look us up and say hi.  Thanks for reading.

Sonny at home.


4 responses

  1. Steven Still

    Awesome site – I really like the name. Great content and photos. Since I very rarely get to see ya’ll, I will just keep checking your site.


    February 14, 2010 at 10:57 am

    • Thanks man. Whenever you have a break-you know-all the spare time you have (and will have-heh heh). Maybe we’ll do a feature on “life in the Hayne”? Give us an excuse to hang out.

      February 14, 2010 at 4:53 pm

  2. Michael N.

    Hi notes, I really enjoy your writing, insight, and the great photos you and the boys shoot. I’m a lonely lost soul trapped inland and your notes take me back. Thanks man.

    The dudeman

    May 18, 2010 at 7:10 pm

    • We miss you dudeman. Hopefully your time inland sets you up for all you want and deserve!

      May 18, 2010 at 10:55 pm

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