Pot, God, and Going Home

Pot, God, and Going Home

David Lossing stood in a circle of light at Disney World Fort Wilderness Campground. He jutted his chin toward the furthest tent in our M.A.S.H.-like village stuffed with more than fifty members of New Smyrna Beach High School’s Spanish Club. “I’m headed to the party...
A Crappy Summer Turns a Corner

A Crappy Summer Turns a Corner

I jerked upright out of a sound sleep. My newly broken ankle squawked in complaint. I peered at the sliver of streetlight slitting through the window and stilled my breath. Nothing. Well, nothing but the sound of Ralph sawing sequoia-sized logs in the next room. I...
Coveting Cheerleader “Cool”

Coveting Cheerleader “Cool”

I angled up on my elbows from my beach towel, slack-jawed like Susan Sigler and Jackie Herold as we watched a jumble of high school jocks gamble through the surf. Their guffaws and your mamas grazed the sand toward us. We knew their names—had sat in Algebra or Biology...