The Lumps, Bumps, and Colors of a Floridian’s Wanderlust

Some of us Floridian’s are born with an unsatisfied longing. Something is always just out of reach when we look at the horizon—something from deep within nags at us. Is it the shouts of our ancestors buried in our genes, or the whispers of past life memories? I don’t know, but when I see a … More The Lumps, Bumps, and Colors of a Floridian’s Wanderlust

Cleaning Trash out of the Water and Alligators Out of the Mind, One Piece at a Time

I was walking across the dock, each weather beaten board creaking beneath my feet.  In the water at both sides of me alligators were rising to the surface.  Their long snouts were peeking out, and their sharp reptilian eyes zeroed in on me, waiting, as though they knew.  Those boards began to fall away, one … More Cleaning Trash out of the Water and Alligators Out of the Mind, One Piece at a Time