In 1992 I agreed to be a deckhand for my husband, a commercial fisherman. I must have been crazy, no?  To keep my sanity I began imagining fish, with lives just like our own. They had homes, families and jobs, using fishers as a handy resource, just like we do them. The boat’s propeller turned into a carnival ride, the fisherman - an ad hoc dentist. Fish went on fishing vessel cruises. Dogfish turned into pets for bratty little fish, and halibut became mobile billboards. Starfish became the stars in their sky. The result is this book. There is even a mermaid.  Who, me? I was just a lowly deckhand.

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