First donation details

A huge thanks to everyone who bought my book in its debut month! I am going to send a check of 25% of my earnings to ¡Viva Vaquita! (like I will for every future month), along with additional money going to other Vaquita causes, like the all-new switch-out charity (see post below for link).


Here are the details of the donation:

Between June 28 and July 30, I sold:

19 books online (15 via, and 4 via, equaling $117.13

and 21 books in person, equaling $280.00

for a total of $397.13

and an average of $9.93 per book

Total donation to ¡Viva Vaquita!: rounded up to $100



So for my first month of the book, I will be donation $100 to ¡Viva Vaquita!, leaving $297.13 for other organizations and future endeavors of us and the Muskwa Club.

Now it is time to get ready for next month’s donation! If you haven’t already bought the book, or you want more, please purchase as many as you would like from Thank you!



About a month ago I started the rough draft of something I’ve been thinking about for a long time: a Vaquita book. There are no books about the Vaquita in the entire world! I love writing stories in my free time, so I thought it would be a perfect idea to write the world’s first Vaquita book. The book is a non-fiction children’s book, but adults should find it very informative as well. I am getting my information from various internet and book sources (I will obviously give them credit). I will give Vaquita experts my rough draft so they can make sure all of the information is 100% accurate. One of my friends from tennis knows a publisher, so hopefully he will be able to work with it! I will post updates on this topic whenever they are needed.


First in a 4-part series: Birth

Cries of gulls pierce the air,

The Gulf of Cali has beauty to spare.

The April sun warms the water,

The Sea of Cortes could not be hotter.

Although the sky and land are great,

What’s below the surf is worth the wait.

Plunge in the ocean, go down a few feet.

A submerged birth scene is what you will meet.

There, in the seaweed, floats a mother,

Giving birth to her young calf’s brother:

The tail comes first,

Then out comes the head.

The calf is free,

But sinks like lead;

The mother is nervous.

But all is well,

The calf’s not ill,

Things are swell.

To have healthy kids, some would kill.

The mother tends to her precious boy,

Tiny and cute, he resembles a toy.

The calf takes in the blazing sun,

With no idea of what’s to come….