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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...
Not Kissing and Telling

Not Kissing and Telling

I scrunched into the shade cast by Jackie Herold’s brown boat of a car—her stepfather’s Chevrolet Impala—and let New Smyrna Beach’s sugar-fine sand sieve through my fingers. We’d driven down the Flagler Street ramp onto the beach and parked near The Islander Beach...
Breaching Bright Air

Breaching Bright Air

On Tuesday, April 22, 1975, my creative writing class of eleven students clambered into our teacher’s van in front of New Smyrna Beach High School. Florida morning steamed sweat across our foreheads and the backs of our necks. Fish and salt and the herbal scent of...