Category Archives: Florida
We’d set off toward Kice Island and everything would go as planned.
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.
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.