HOME ON THE RANGE

Leila’s back hurt, her insides were rolling, the sun blinded her. The irony was her mother had insisted she learn to ride the way a woman would be expected to. But nothing she knew was useful. She was about to retch again. “Tom, Tom, wait up,” she called. “I...

THE RIGHT TURN

We took a wrong turn, rather a right turn, on the way home from Florida, and ended up on Amelia Island. Nestled among centuries-old live oaks, majestic maritime forests, tranquil salt marshes and the beautiful blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean, Amelia Island...

END OF WINTER?

Ha! End of winter is some kind of dream. Winter has never ended in the beginning of February, at least not in my lifetime. Unless, of course, you hang out in Florida. It doesn’t snow in southern Florida. Ever . . . it rains occasionally but it never snows. In southern...

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