Category Archives: Florida
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.
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.
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?