There’s something about the beach that makes words flow in a way they never seem to at home. Maybe it’s the air—thick with salt and possibility—that makes your pen feel lighter in your hand. Maybe it’s the hypnotic rhythm of the waves, each one crashing with the same force yet never the same shape, that …
The summer of 1777 was hot, tense, and full of doubt for the young American Revolution. Two years had passed since the Declaration of Independence, and while the words on parchment had been bold, the war on the ground was still a precarious gamble. The British were making a push from Canada down into New …
