True Florida Stories
The last night of October was crisp and clear. Linda sauntered along the quiet road — her half-black, half-white synthetic wig shining under the soft yellow glow of the streetlamps. The cold breeze didn’t seem to bother her despite wearing only a short, black dress and satin gloves that reached her elbows … Read moreA Halloween unmasking
Sanibel was a sanctuary, for its wildlife and its people. It was one big bird’s nest. It was a retiree’s escape. It was a kid’s Narnia. Now, everything was brown and nearly leveled … Read moreReclaiming wreckage
Keith Hernandez: 1979 National League MVP, two-time World Series champion and the man who was almost my father … Read moreApril, Keith and me
“Who is that?”
No one else was in the room.
“Who, Papa?
“The boy standing there,” he said. He pointed to the corner of the piano room.
When he began to hallucinate, I knew I could no longer talk to him … Read moreWhen my Papa died, I laughed
Emma Behrmann’s life used to revolve around ballet. She looked forward to it every Monday. But five years ago, she reached a turning point. … Read moreFrom barre to barbells