After Irma – Life in the Bucket House
Irma blew through four weeks ago. She shook things up, that’s for sure. We are all living in the aftermath. 7,000 homes and business were damaged in the county, including Ray and Sonya’s up the…
Waiting for Irma
Sunday, September 10, 1:58 pm Rain batters our fragile roof, which has been leaking for the last three months, and is now covered with a thin, blue tarp as we wait for repairs. Too late…
Sea Turtle Lumbers from the Sea
Here’s what I love most about living on a skinny spit of land off the coast of central Florida between the deep, blue Atlantic Sea and the shimmery Banana River: the sea, no contest, the…
Bikini-Clad Blonde Hula Hoops on the Beach
Recently, I meet a woman on the beach who does two things that I never do: (1) wear a bikini, and (2) twirl a hula hoop. She is a rare sight, not the bikini part…
Three Bras and a Bottle of Bombshell
Yesterday, I did something I don’t usually do. I shopped at Victoria’s Secret. I didn’t mean to. It just sort of happened. The “Plan” for the morning was to drive over the causeway to the…
An Encounter: Trash-Spearing Woman Meets Inebriated College Students
Every morning as part of my routine (when I remember), I draw a Tarot card from the Rider-Waite deck. There are 78 cards in the deck and some of them lift my spirits like the…
Beth’s Florida Film Festival – 10 Films, 3 Days
“We all are born with a certain package. We are who we are: where we were born, who we were born as, how we were raised. We’re kind of stuck inside that person, and the…
The Kindness of a Stranger
Last week we had reservations on Amtrak train 69, part of the Empire Service, leaving Penn Station and ending in Montreal. Our stop was Albany-Rensselaer, which we would reach in a little under three hours after a scenic ride paralleling…
Spring Break 2017
An unseasonably brisk and windy day during Spring Break. Here I am and here are two young chickadees during the same walk. How can they not be cold? Gathering at Minuteman Causeway. I don’t see this every day.…
Mom and the Waitress
My mother’s birthday was last Sunday, March 5th. She’s gone now, a little over six years, but I think about her nearly every day, especially when I comb my hair, which is thinning at my…