True Florida Stories
What was once a place without a single blade of grass steadily transformed into a sanctuary for aging horses, flocks of birds and other creatures in need … Read moreThe oaks will remember
Brown anoles skittered over scorching cement, as they desperately fled sweaty fingers covered in chalk dust and a lopsided smile that was missing a couple teeth. … Read moreJunebug
Luck doesn’t last forever. On Sept. 25, I had all the luck in the world. That changed overnight … Read moreParadise lost
We hope not to be the statistic this time, trusting that our safe brushes with destruction in the past are a sign we will be shielded from the storms of the future. … Read moreWhat Florida Lost
In 1974, Pam Smith knocked on a warm wooden door gleaming in the Florida sun. “I want to work here,” Pam said. “Oh, that’s wonderful,” the older woman replied. “But we don’t have any jobs.” “I don’t care,” Pam told her. “I just want to be part of this … Read moreThe life and death of a Florida abortion clinic
You’ve seen Atrium on web — but have you seen it on paper? Our fourth issue is out in book stores, coffee shops and other locations all across Florida. But copies are limited, so if you haven’t snagged one yet, you can now enjoy it online, too.
We hope not to be the statistic this time, trusting that our safe brushes with destruction in the past are a sign we will be shielded from the storms of the future. … Read moreWhat Florida Lost
In 1974, Pam Smith knocked on a warm wooden door gleaming in the Florida sun. “I want to work here,” Pam said. “Oh, that’s wonderful,” the older woman replied. “But we don’t have any jobs.” “I don’t care,” Pam told her. “I just want to be part of this … Read moreThe life and death of a Florida abortion clinic
I think, but don’t say (because that would be embarrassing): "I’ll play mahjong with you, even though the tiles are confusing, and I hate feeling stupid. I’ll learn to drive, just like you wanted, even though I’m petrified I’ll accidentally hit someone." At this point, I’ll do anything if you wake up … Read moreSticky notes
In 1954, a moonless night settled over a small college town in the swampy heart of Florida. The University of Florida campus in Gainesville was quiet, its dorm rooms mostly empty awaiting winter break’s end. But morning at the Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity house brought a bloody discovery … Read moreMascot for cruelty
Ortiz had to wake up earlier than usual on the morning of his first event. He had played at many bazaars, markets and parties, but tonight was the first one with his name on it: JORDAY … Read moreNo slowing down
On a late fall morning, volunteer park ranger Mariela Mason navigates the turquoise waters of Gilchrist Blue Springs in an orange kayak. She paddles past canopies of trees and herds of swimmers in search of relief from the Florida heat … Read moreHealing waters