I shut the book and stared at the photos on the cover for a long while. Seaworthy by Linda Greenlaw. What was it about this woman’s face that penetrated through pulp and fiber like sunshine breaking through clouds? Something in the eyes maybe? Vibrant…Focused…Alive! Or perhaps it was the fully engaged smile. Persuasively charming, yet almost impish. Whatever it was, I’d just been consumed like bait on a hook by the ocean of fish that defines her world. And as only a great fisherman could do, she reeled me in with her stories of willingness,determination, perseverance, and self discovery in good ‘ol fisherman fashion.
Standing 5'3" and 48 years old, there's no doubt about it...Linda Greenlaw has guts and vitality. For nearly 30 years she has been a fierce competitor in one of the most dangerous professions in America: commercial fishing. She has earned the respect of her peers, is one of the few female captains in the U.S. and is, in fact, the only female swordfish captain in the States to date.
Standing 5'3" and 48 years old, there's no doubt about it...Linda Greenlaw has guts and vitality. For nearly 30 years she has been a fierce competitor in one of the most dangerous professions in America: commercial fishing. She has earned the respect of her peers, is one of the few female captains in the U.S. and is, in fact, the only female swordfish captain in the States to date.
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Do I believe in ghosts? I don't know. Who's to say they don't exist? Who's to say they do? There is so much in this world yet to be explained. I'm holding out, I guess. Many of us have had some kind of experience with paranormal activity. When I was nine, one of my grandmothers passed away. A couple of days after her death, I was playing in my room while my mom cooked dinner. When she called me down to eat, I came out of my room and there was my grandmother, sitting in the hallway on the brown, poofy chair she'd given my parents when they first moved into the house. Her legs were crossed at the knees and she was wearing a pretty flowered dress. She was relaxed...serene...and calmly looking on at me. The strange thing is that I didn't do anything. I didn't scream. I didn't run. Nothing. I didn't even tell my mother about it and I don't know why. I just went about my business pretending everything was normal and that my grandmother wasn't really there. Sadly, I never saw her again after that night. Could this have been my grandmother coming to say goodbye or was this the figment of an impressionable nine-year-old's wild imagination? These are the kind of experiences Mandy and Lou Logsdon, founders of 
I come from a family of creative, imaginative and, somewhat, disturbed minds. I grew up believing that the Tooth Fairy was a purple, winged pixie with black, almond shaped eyes and fangs. Santa Claus had me dashing past windows and hiding behind furniture in fear that he was peering in from out of the darkness to see if I was naughty or good. If I had half the storytelling talent as my grandmother, I'd be rivaling Stephen King on the New York Best Seller List. 
