Junebug
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
True Florida Stories
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
“Raise your hand if you want to be happy,” Julie Abrams-Bernier, a psychologist, asks the room. Eleven hands rise. … Read moreGrowing happy
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