Tom Mahony Author/Surfer

Tom Mahony is a biological consultant in California with an MS from Humboldt State University. He is the author of the novels Imperfect Solitude and Flooding Granite. His surf novel, Pacific Offering, was released on November 1, 2012. Visit his website at tommahony.net.

Stretch Guy

Thursday, December 6th, 2012

My buddies and I used to laugh at the older guys who stretched before paddling out. Now, a couple of decades later, I’m that stretch guy.

Excerpt from the Novel Pacific Offering

Friday, November 2nd, 2012

Beck had never seriously considered his mortality until that moment. He felt the cold metal against his neck and smelled the feral funk of this drunken shithead, and he thought about her and would they ever meet again.

An Excerpt from Imperfect Solitude

Saturday, September 29th, 2012

Evan longed for a wave, eager to surf near Gordon, to remedy recent shortcomings, to show that, at least in the water, they were equals. Respect in the water triggered respect on land.

Warning: Ocean is Wet

Tuesday, August 7th, 2012

Warning signs seem more a product of our litigious culture, which gives us helpful reminders (Warning: coffee is hot, knives are sharp, urinal not for drinking). Are warnings about cold water, wind, and distant bluff erosion really necessary?

Self-Employment (and Surfing)

Monday, July 23rd, 2012

Alright, so self-employment is no surf-panacea. It’s kind of a pain in the ass. But if you can pull it off, self-employment is the perfect way to make a living while maximizing time in the ocean.

Sinister Wetsuits

Friday, June 29th, 2012

What’s with the sinister wetsuit names? There’s the Psycho, Psycho 2, and finally the Psychofreak, the Mutant and the Superfreak. The more threatening the name, the warmer the wetsuit.

Time-Sensitive Obligations

Tuesday, March 22nd, 2011

There’s only one occasion when I need a watch: while surfing before a meeting or another time-sensitive obligation. It can be tricky.

Excerpt: Imperfect Solitude

Thursday, December 9th, 2010

A surf, no matter how marginal, would clear his head. Bury the bullshit. Nobody could tell him how to ride waves.

Smitty’s Dad

Friday, November 26th, 2010

We were 15 when Smitty’s dad took us on our first Baja trip. For weeks leading up to it, we jabbered about what to expect. None of us had a clue.

Latitudinal Smuggery

Monday, November 8th, 2010

There’s a latitudinal smuggery in West Coast surfing: the higher the latitude, the more smug the surfer is toward those further south.

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