Reflections on Sand
The Sands of my Childhood had a way of coloring my entire life. My earliest memories are of running through the sands of the orange groves that surrounded my grandparent’s house. How many hours did I plow through that soft
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.
The Sands of my Childhood had a way of coloring my entire life. My earliest memories are of running through the sands of the orange groves that surrounded my grandparent’s house. How many hours did I plow through that soft
25 NEW YEAR WISHES Author Lucille Cortese more flowers, less weeds more sunshine, less rain more listening, less talking more dancing, less watching more laughter, less tears more love, less hate more peace, less war more faith, less apathy more
I’ve told you the story before, haven’t I? If I remember correctly, I don’t think l told y’all the whole story. Every one remembers the old Pat Boone song, “Running Bear and Little White Dove?” This song was about White
From the earliest age, I fought to remain in an upright position. I blame this handicap on unfortunate parenting. Mama never allowed me to crawl. As soon as I boosted my infant body to all fours, she would hoist me
TRIAL AND ERROR Lucy Cortese “Members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?” Judicial words prompt my heart to race, my stomach to lurch, my bladder to activate. I grew up watching Perry Mason defend the undefendable, acquitting every
MEMORIES AT THE BEACH You can have your snow! Nope, don’t want it! You can have your impassable streets, snowplows, heavy coats and boots and your hibernating freezing weather. I’ll take the palm trees, the palmettos, the sandpipers, sea gulls,
Lucy Giardino Cortese MEMORABLE FIRST KISS Who doesn’t remember their first kiss? A peck from a junior high beau? A passionate smooch from a high school sweetheart? Did you practice puckering up before a bedroom mirror in anticipation? My rite
My hairI want it long, straight, curly, fuzzySnaggy, shaggy, ratty, mattyOily, greasy, fleecyShining, gleaming, streamingFlaxen, waxenKnotted, polka-dottedTwisted, beaded, braidedPowdered, flowered, and confettiedBangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied! (HAIR! The American Love-Rock Musical) Those lyrics from 1967 are my mantra. My hair
Lucy Giardino Cortese TICKET TROUBLES The dreaded blue light flashes in the rearview mirror. Sweaty palms choke the steering wheel. Heart skips a beat. Breath comes in gasps. Tummy growls like onset of Montezuma’s revenge. Here it comes. “Do you
Are you the sister that sings or the other one? This question reverberates throughout memories of my childhood. Living with a sibling who rivals Sarah Brightman in reaching high Cs, my voice remains a consistent B flat. Blessed with an
Lucy Giardino Cortese ORANGE PICKER BLUES Think Florida; think oranges. This showy citrus shouts from tourist ads, travel brochures and license plates. I longed to grow the juicy fruit so plentiful to my state. Year after year, I planted orange
WALKERS By Dee Coleman A varied and special breed….Walkers. They come in many forms, all sizes, all ages, and all shapes. They are the dog walkers, the aerobic walkers, the slow walking parents with children, the casual walkers, the lovers’
