I watched the eclipse from the top of Iron Mountain yesterday.

I’m frying something that’s already perfectly delicious on its own, and I don’t feel bad about it at all. 

You know when life hands me lemons I do not stop at lemonade. I’ve had a steady supply since October, and now my freezer is stocked with cubes of juice. 

It was Vicente Martinez Ybor, a Spanish immigrant from Cuba, who brought cigar manufacturing to Tampa in the 1880s, and along with it, the Spanish-influenced architecture that still defines the town’s most historic neighborhood:  brick factories, ornate balconies shading the sidewalks, elegant social clubs, and rows of casitas. It became known as Ybor City, and… Read More

Our annual pilgrimage to the Florida Keys is coming up. I can’t wait to cross all those bridges over the Atlantic and the Gulf of Mexico, where the waters are a thousand shades of turquoise, and roll down the windows to catch that salty breeze.

While most of us were sleeping this morning, members of the WaterTribe launched kayaks, canoes, and sailboats from the beach of Fort Desoto Park.