Step into the shoes of First Coast locals with our Anecdotal section, where everyday stories paint a vivid picture of life in Jacksonville. From heartwarming encounters and quirky local traditions to personal triumphs and community spirit, we share the real, unfiltered experiences that capture the essence of our unique coastal haven.
Step into the shoes of First Coast locals with our Anecdotal section, where everyday stories paint a vivid picture of life in Jacksonville. From heartwarming encounters and quirky local traditions to personal triumphs and community spirit, we share the real, unfiltered experiences that capture the essence of our unique coastal haven.
So, I pulled myself off the too-often-climbed-on ledge of self-righteous upset and took a deep breath and waited. ~~~~~ “Where are they?” Like most craftsmen and service people, when I made the appointment I was given a two-hour block as
Icrywe diewe stood talldaily we all fallmy friend the mighty oaktrunk and limbs lying brokeleafy forests now burn and slashcrumbling into mounting piles of ashsmell the rising smoke see the blazing fireour woods are transformed into a funeral pyrebulldozers and
Flying saucers, toppling chairs, seniors stumbling everywhereBottle rockets full of rum and Jose Cuervo shooting into air St. Johns angry, choppy, spitting, each white cap a twisted furlGood thing I downed my Dramamine ’cause folks began to hurl Turn off
BMI on the rise LDL way too highTIAs confirmed by CT tests & MRI EKG says HR fast while BP is crashing CPAP for REM causes PM thrashing GERD pushing up BM won’t go downDDS says UL5 tooth needs a
We stumble from room to room looking for bright spots. Making do.Or perhaps we recognize we need to change. ~~~~ This piece came to me from two disparate sources. One from a Henry David Thoreau quote. The other by way
Bump, Bump, Thud. It was the worst landing I ever had in this time machine. The hatch popped open and flung me to the ground. My stomach felt like Meat Lovers’ night at the local Pizza Hut. I looked around,
Twas two weeks before Christmas and all through the house Water standing in puddles Mama starting to grouse Three pipes in the floor had all busted their stuff Brown shag carpets soggy one would think that’s enough But the
Pink petals and emerald leaves sing out insistent summons Pick me and bring me home…my name is Tiffany Rose Siren calls the doting couple pierced by Cupid’s bow Place setting for a group of 12, not enough she warns, “One
The song came to me like so many others. A line kept repeating itself in my ear. I wanna be a kid again. As I rolled down A1A with the beach to my left and Vilano Beach ahead of me,
” Look at my hand. It’s big as yours!” I stop stirring batter and wipe the sticky residue on a kitchen towel. My fingers and palm press against my grandson’s. He stretches his hand to its full expanse, flashing new
MY SECRET GUIDE TO FABULOUS FOOD… WHERE I STEAL MY RECIPES I love to cook and live to eat. When I’m happy I cook. Angry or sad, I slam pots and pans and create new dishes that lift the spirits
Several weeks ago, I ran across an article about little paper point & shoot cameras that are inexpensive and simple. Mastering imperfection while chasing the perfect image may seem counterintuitive, but with the new Paper Shoot Camera I recently discovered,
