A literary cavalcade, if you will, from voices you oughta know.
Making Peace With Place, Or A Florida Woman’s Lament
Even though I have lived here practically my whole life, I know deep in my soul that this is not where I am meant to be. (I’m certain that my soul is meant to be on the misty Pacific Northwest coastline or in a quaint New England town.) And yet, for the foreseeable future, Florida is where I must be. How to reconcile this?
The Craftsman
The basket is too small to hold anything but my nightmares. But I know it’s working, because I used up all the rope for my noose.