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Journalist finds quirky tales on Florida’s back roads
A journalist finds quirky people and entertaining tales on the back roads of the Sunshine State
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A journalist finds quirky people and entertaining tales on the back roads of the Sunshine State
Stephen King’s sons offer moving and satisfying novels, one about a cruel world, the other about a thwarted filmmaker.
Jennifer Gilmore turns her own experiences with the dehumanizing adoption process into a novel.
This centuries-old tradition has evolved as the Hispanic population in Miami and across the U.S. continues to grow.By Ana Veciana-Suarezaveciana@MiamiHerald.com
“The Best of Us by Sarah Pekkanen. It’s a fun summer read about girlfriends. I’m always drawn to stories about friendship. And I’m looking forward to reading Meg Wolitzer’s The Interestings.”
Whenever someone would ask my mother what a quinceañera party was, she would always say it’s just like a wedding, but without the groom.
Edward Rutherfurd’s latest historical novel tracks families over the years from 1261 to 1968.
With its sizzling beaches and steamy nightlife, it’s no wonder Miami is a top vacation spot for snowbirds, spring breakers, international tourists and passengers heading out on cruises from Florida ports. More than 13 million people visited the city in 2011, according to the Greater Miami Convention & Visitors Bureau.
There are signs that heroin is returning as a cheap alternative to prescription pills, the by-product of Floridas successful crackdown on pill mills.
I stood on the deck of the houseboat with a boa constrictor draped around my neck. Her tongue rapaciously darting in and out, the snake slithered down my arm. Then, unexpectedly, she turned to look at me, and her head began maneuvering back towards my face.
Dear Abby: I am a 12-year-old girl who is happy, healthy and doing great in school. But lately I have felt sad, lonely and just plain frustrated. I used to talk to my parents about it, but I don’t feel comfortable doing it anymore, and my friends don’t like listening to me.
After sunset, the crescent moon floats upper left of bright Jupiter in the west. The King of the Planets and his collection of satellite moons settle on the western horizon by 10 p.m. Capella twinkles to the right of Jupiter and guides Auriga, Charioteer, lower in the northwest. After months of chasing Taurus, Bull, every night, huge Orion, Hunter, rests on the western horizon. Betelgeuse, a red supergiant, (Orion's left shoulder) sparkles left of the moon, low in the west. Aldebaran, (Bull's red eye) winks in the V-shaped Hyades cluster (Bull’s face) directly below Jupiter. They set early. Brilliant Venus rises above the west-northwestern horizon. Procyon, Little Dog, follows Orion. Bright blue Sirius sparkles in Orion's Big Dog in the southwest. The Pups trot along the southwestern horizon. Leo, Lion, crawls westward.
Adapted from a recent online discussion.
It’s a Friday or Saturday night and you are ready to go out and get your party on. You know Miami and South Beach are among the best places in the world to do this, but since you don’t normally frequent the clubs and you’re not interested in spending a ton of cash on bottle service, you end up staying home and jamming out to your favorite Pandora station. Well that’s no fun!
Multiple maternal figures can complicate festivities
I’m still stewing over dad ditching my orange Barbie camper, with the attached pop-out tent and the groovy pink clouds painted on the side.
A top scholar on the Lost Tribes of Israel in Africa is expected to bring attention — and funding — to Miami’s only state university
Growing up in Miami, riding a bike was my primary source of true neighborhood exploration. I spent countless hours outside discovering surroundings: which trees to climb, where the best parks were, finding hidden roads. It was a new adventure every day.