The Very Reverend James Parks Morton is what you might call a spiritual eccentric.
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Old Miami is a bar for the misunderstood.
The legendary Tin and Lint bar on Caroline Street started its life as a speakeasy. After weathering the Prohibition years, it was an institution such that it needed no name…just a lone beer sign winking from its ground-level window.
A journalist talks about high heels, a liberal arts education, and how to get a six-figure book advance.
“They said the beach was rocky, the surf was lousy, and that I lived in a shed in the backyard.”
It was a wonderful day birthed out of a terrible week.
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Rex grew up in Mariposa, a Yosemite Valley town with four hotels, three gas stations, and no traffic lights. Every weekend he’d ride his bike ten miles to buy candy at the nearest corner store. He graduated high school with the same 100 kids from his kindergarten.
The artist who lives next door to us spent childhood summers at her relatives’ farm outside Chute-à-Blondeau, Ontario. She remembers the dizzying vastness of the blonde fields and of the frescoed chapel where they went for Sunday mass.