True Florida Stories
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
John Cipriani’s shoulders barely jump when the cannon finally goes off in a puff of smoke. The sound of its fire is familiar to the 82-year-old, who has the composure of a captain … Read morePreserved in smoke and stone
Beneath the crystal-clear water of Alexander Springs, the edge of a fin flits among rippling eelgrass and tiny minnows … Read moreThe scales that guard the springs
Eight seconds. That’s how long Bronc Platt needs to stay on K-00 Buckshot, the nearly 2,000-pound bull he’s straddling … Read moreTaming the beast
Enter a person, 29 (though they stopped counting after 25), in navy bottoms and a beige polo shirt. In their role as a bus driver, they have many scene partners but few lines, confined to pleasantries with the passengers rounding the stops … Read moreWords in motion