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Many an adventure my pirate queen had, in the quiet of the night during my teen years. My sister Jeannie and I would lie awake immersed in the stories I made up, as we waited for sleep to catch us.
After my husband died a few years ago, I did become captain of my own boat, the 32' sloop Sea Change we co-owned. I taught my son to sail, and we sailed the "high seas" of Puget Sound and the San Juan Islands while I faced storms of fear and grief as a new widow.
It was the best thing I ever did for myself. I guess I am becoming my own hero.
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