What Does It Mean?
When my children were younger, I co-owned an art gallery called Spiller Vincenty on King Street in San Marco. I won’t deny my kids had an avant-garde upbringing, with artists coming and going, performance pieces being enacted on makeshift stages (and once in a blow-up baby pool), and the aspect of our home ever-changing as paintings were recycled and works of art were sold off of the living room walls like gewgaws at a church...
Wrap Rage
I’m unpacking from a recent trip when a call comes from my host: “You left your toiletries bag,” she says. Those five words strike dread in the heart of any woman of a certain age. What about my regenerating cream? My warm glow blush? My super blendable liquid foundation, my tweezers nestled in their box with the built-in magnifying mirror!!! Suffice to say I am in the drugstore early the next morning to replace what has...
Unleashed
In all the world, St. Augustine’s Guana Reserve is my favorite place to hike. There are seventy-three thousand acres to explore, but on a nice day there is always a crowd of people huddled at the entrance to the beach. The real Guana is a half mile past the hoopla, where a gorgeous, untapped resource stretches for mile after unencumbered mile. There is something about the vast monotony of the ocean and the solitude of this beach...
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