Category Archives: Florida
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.
This friendly man at the bar wrote the books my dad and grandpa read at the beach for years, AND he was partially responsible for our family tradition of eating dinner (and lunch, and then dinner again) at Doc Fords on Sanibel.
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.
So often we tell ourselves to live in the moment, or seize the day, or be present, or rest in the now. But what does that all mean?
Drive south until you reach a Ruby Tuesdays up in flames. At this point, you’ll be approximately seven miles from a beautiful cabin in the Smoky Mountains, but it will take you two hours to get there.
Things like sex or empathy work better the less you engage with them analytically, the less you step back and watch yourself doing them.