Last night at the Racetrac Gas Station on Aloma Ave., while I pumped gasoline into my 2004 Xterra, I had the sense that something was wrong.  As it would turn out, two things were wrong.  First, one should never put a redneck bar right next to a Mexican bar.  If ever there were an action… Read More Friday Night Gaslights.

     On the day I moved back to Orlando, we popped into the Taco Bell for  a bite.  The T.Bell is a  Mexi-food establishment at a very affordable price; you may have heard of it.  In the parking lot, a homeless man sat in dappled, lacy shade created by a small live oak typical… Read More I’m a survivor(what).

When I lived in Gainesville in the early 2000’s, I was part of the leadership team for my church’s youth group. We would regularly join with other churches to do youth oriented events partly because our group was so small. To give an idea, we had about eleven youth-workers, and three, just three youths.  Annually we did a 24hr fast lock-in, partnering with several other… Read More It’s too hot outside to burn Q’urans.

I realize that I ramble on and on and on in these posts sometimes. Getting all hot and heavy. Instead, let me try something different, a change of sort. I say, “Let’s Celebrate something!” Celebrate Raccoons and their creepy forest way. I like Sufjan Stevens. I feel creative when I hear him and his people… Read More Something more upbeat.

I can’t stop sweating. If you open a door, the humidity is like a hot toilet steaming it’s foulness right up your nose. I remember once being acclimated…at this point, I’m not. I’ll tell you what I am though, thankful to be here in Florida.  This week is the first time I’m able to say… Read More Goodbye Mordor.

Currently, I am sitting at the kitchen table overlooking the pool and palmetto-floored forest behind my parents very, very suburban home outside of Orlando, Florida. It will be four weeks tomorrow since I packed up the Budget truck with my best friend and my father, effectively leaving behind five years of calling myself a Charlottean.… Read More Swampbutt Summer Serenade.

Lent is upon us, and I feel like I can’t shake the Mardi Gras off. The Fat of too many Tuesdays is spilling and curdling over into my desire for a true Ash Wednesday and obscuring the reality that from dust I came and to dust, I will return. Our time here is limited and… Read More Lenten Latitudes.

This week marks the anniversary of my fourth year in the QC. Four years ago, a young and hopeful man came skipping to you, Charlotte, looking for something unique, memorable, life-changing. You Temptress, you winsome lady, you business suit clad madwoman. You conceal all our broken dreams under shiny dentist altered smiles. Oh Carlota, where… Read More Charlotte and I.

Last night I dreamt that I was going to meet a girl at a holiday barbecue. I was nervous and hoped that more of my friends might attend so I began to send texts to invite them. I came upon a clearing where a dog-sized wasp was attempting to deposit eggs into a monarch caterpillar.… Read More “cold” means several things.

DuggDugg is open. Created over the last two months, DuggDugg is a new contemporary art space which will hopefully help Charlotte to claim a little slice of the art life in the US.  Working with Iris Williamson, Andrea Brown and a small group of others committed to seeing the art scene change and mature in… Read More mercy