On today’s episode, I’m tackling R is for Rock Shrimp and Rising Oceans.
Listen here or download on iTunes or Google Play. If you want to read the full transcript, head to my Conservation blog.

Before I launch into today’s episode, I’m excited to share some terrific news!
I have been wanting to collaborate with another seafoodie nerd for the show. And today I’m happy to say I found that person.
Meet Heather Sadusky, writer and marine fisheries scientist.
Heather will be joining me on S2 of Green Fish Blue Oceans starting January 2018.
The format for the show will stay the same, A-Z, and we’ll tackle a seafood species or ocean challenge.
But in S2, we’re going to take a deep dive into the topics. If you’ve been listening to S1 then you know I have been just brushing the surface.  Also, each episode will run longer. Think 25-30 minutes. Plus I plan to schedule interviews with chefs, scientists, seafood and ocean advocates.
So don’t forget to subscribe and share with your friends and family. With your help, I might just be able to buy a little red wine and be able to ship some sustainable seafood to my home here in Kentucky.
Thanks as always for reading and listening.

R is for Rock Shrimp
On the first half of the program, I dish all things rock shrimp—when they’re in season, where you can buy them, the best way to buy them, a few recipe ideas and more.

R is for Rising Oceans
So if you know me or have been listening to this podcast, you know that in an earlier episode, J is for Jellies and Jewfish, I read the first page of my dystopian novel, The Fish Thieves.
After that recording, I let the story rest.
A month or so ago, I opened the document again to review and revise. This time, I added depth and tension. Then I took a chance and submitted my first page of The Fish Thieves for review to The Kill Zone Blog’s First-page Critiques. They accepted it.
What follows is my updated revision.
Because the future of our beautiful blue planet is all about the water.

The Fish Thieves
It had always been about the water.
Trina and her twin brother Seth traveled through the woods to the water’s edge in the pre-dawn darkness. Trina knew the solution for feeding the growing global population was in the water just as she knew life after the tsunami would never be the same.
Seth hung back a few hundred yards, doubling as her lookout. Their monthly trips had produced nothing edible yet. Her future, their future, relied on finding a solution.
Trina hacked through saw palms, ducked under spider webs, and climbed over fallen oaks. She passed an overturned, rusted out SUV, its guts and doors removed, used for another purpose now. A mountain of trash, a baby stroller shredded and mangled, kitchen utensils, and plastic bottles, brought on by the tsunami, blocked her way. She picked her way around the mess—remnants from a previous life, a previous time not so distant in her past. The stench of decay tickled the hairs in her nose and she gagged, stifling a sneeze.
She paused in the semi-darkness, alert to the dangers of walking through the woods, but only long enough to listen to her surroundings. A slight movement in front of her stopped her short. A shadow of a person, maybe a child, was digging through a mound of garbage. Trina’s heartrate fluttered in her throat like a trapped bird in a cag...