Florida literature has a longer history than you may think.
"Literary" is probably not the first adjective that comes to mind when you think of Florida.
Fred Rogers' sweater is a hue Crayola might call Forest Green, or maybe Aquamarine, or maybe Illuminating Emerald. He sketches a simple rainbow on an easel in his modest TV living room, the one decorated like childhood, and turns to the camera.
Call them a creatively incestuous bunch of filmmakers, often working on each other's movies, sometimes helping each other to distribute their macabre artistry. Grisly loves company. Especially in Florida.
TAMPA — Charlene Cardona used to be addicted, skimming the classified ads for time and place, rising early nearly every Saturday to make someone else's junk her treasure.
Spindly legs dangle from the frame of my glasses. A black body rappels down a silk filament, itsy-bitsy arachnid feet tickling my nose.
ICHETUCKNEE SPRINGS STATE PARK — In the summer of 1539, the conquistador Hernando de Soto and several hundred men lumbered up the Florida peninsula and stopped by this spring-fed river to rest.
They started unlocking the love in June, after the bridge collapsed and the locals complained and the city's leaders said no more.
With a job title of digital audience manager, I get paid to be better than most at being digitally connected.
Ernest Hemingway once described Key West as "the best place I've ever been anytime anywhere, flowers, tamarind trees, guava trees, coconut palms. ... Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks." That is a real, unedited quote. Although we might never know the result of that night of absinthe-induced …
I was playing tennis one Friday morning last year when I felt a strange tightness in my upper chest. It was about 10:55 a.m., April 4.
Karen Wardrop walks into a stranger's living room and takes off her clothes. Thick scars violate her chest and abdomen.
Her psyche is just as maimed.
Love is patient, love is kind. Love is on a brick down by the Hillsborough River, which your correspondent noticed on a stroll a few months ago.
My most important lesson in Japan cost ¥190, and it came from a convenience store.
One day in late November 2013, Nick Giovannucci was bored, playing on his iPhone. He was on Tinder, the dating app that matches your profile with eligible others based on shared interests and geography, then asks you to swipe right if you like what you see or left if you don't. If both parties swipe right, it's a …
Tampa Bay now supports 40,295 acres of sea grass beds, the largest amount of sea grass measured since the 1950s, a new study by scientists at the Southwest Florida Water Management District has found.
ST. AUGUSTINE — America's oldest city is slowly drowning.
When she got the call, Lindsay told herself not to get excited. So many things could still go wrong. Remember what happened last time?
Enough is enough.
In its familiar dissembling way, the Republican-led Florida Legislature is contravening the official will of the people.
A month ago, before reporters from Las Vegas to Washington knew him by his real name, Larry Pfeifer told a lie.
He doesn't dispute it.
He promotes it.