After nine years in the desert, the feel of the cool ocean water lapping at my toes is a faded childhood memory. Growing up on Long Island, I spent summers along the sandy shores, picking up purple-streaked shells and poking at the runny carcasses of jellyfish that would slowly dissolve back into the water. I was fascinated by these creatures. They would float on the surface with their long tentacles dangling behind, performing a strangely... More >>>