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.
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These forty-nine deaths I have not died.
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
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
Saint John once wrote that perfect love casts out fear. I beg to differ.
Learning to Mourn
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.
How to Road Trip to Florida, With Detours, Part 2
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?
How to Road Trip to Florida, With Detours, Part 1
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.
