Category Archives: Florida
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t contemplate the busted door as a sign from God that I should stay home, but I brushed that off right quick.
Who knew when we’d see each other again, with the pandemic rolling in and the economy flipping belly-up, with graduation and wedding and career plans scattering in the air like confetti.
“Fine. How about a chicken?”
I don’t know what home means without you.
These forty-nine deaths I have not died.
When Joanna and I bought groceries the next day from a store unironically named Winn-Dixie, the cashier chatted with us about our beer and asked, “So what are ya’ll doing later today?” in a way that made me feel rude for not including her.
Saint John once wrote that perfect love casts out fear. I beg to differ.
Most importantly of all, the Parkland activism has led tens of thousands of young people around the country to become civically engaged.
What I really want the smiling broadcasters to say is that there is no silver lining. This is not an opportunity or a warning call or a new beginning. It is an ending, and endings should be mourned.