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Gator Tales

Have you ever had an amber alert go off on your phone at an inopportune moment?

Skunked on the Suwannee

We’d set off toward Kice Island and everything would go as planned.

Pack It Up

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.

Top Ten

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.

Seagrove Beach, September 25

“Fine. How about a chicken?” 

F is for Fermata

I don’t know what home means without you.



by | Jun 9, 2019 | 0 comments

These forty-nine deaths I have not died.

Black Eyed Peas

Black Eyed Peas

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.

Advice from the Island Bar

Advice from the Island Bar

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.

This is Wrong: Teaching in the Age of School Shootings

This is Wrong: Teaching in the Age of School Shootings

Saint John once wrote that perfect love casts out fear. I beg to differ.

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