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July 4, 2005
Catherine Durkin Robinson: The long wait
By CATHERINE DURKIN ROBINSON
EDITOR'S NOTE: Here is the last of our favorite submissions from our Summer Essay Contest about a memorable day at the beach.
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July 3, 2005
Michele Thomas Voight: Clock stoppers
By MICHELE THOMAS VOIGHT
EDITOR'S NOTE: Here's another favorite submission from our Summer Essay Contest about a memorable day at the beach. Essays will continue in Floridian through Monday.
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July 2, 2005
Jason Millberg: Crystal clear
By JASON MILLBERG
EDITOR'S NOTE: Here's another favorite submission from our Summer Essay Contest about a memorable day at the beach. Essays will continue in Floridian through Monday.
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July 1, 2005
P. McAnn: An alarming response
By P. McANN
EDITOR'S NOTE: Here's another favorite submission from our Summer Essay Contest about a memorable day at the beach. Essays will continue in Floridian through Monday.
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June 30, 2005
Anna Cleveland: An oasis from troubles
By ANNA CLEVELAND
Editor's note: Here's another favorite submission from our Summer Essay Contest about a memorable day at the beach. Essays will continue in Floridian through Monday.
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June 28, 2005
Picnic fare: humble pie
By MARY PALMINTERI KAUFMAN
Editor's note: Here's another favorite submission from our Summer Essay Contest about a memorable day at the beach. Essays will continue in Floridian through Monday.
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June 27, 2005
Bradley Jergins: Nice catch
By BRADLEY JERGINS
Here's another of our favorite submissions to our Summer Essay Contest, in which we asked readers to tell about a memorable day at the beach in 300 words. We'll continue to publish an essay a day through July 4.
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June 26, 2005
Pull up an umbrella and dive in
By JOHN BARRY
Well, either a lot of people are short on cash or there's something about the chemistry of sea and sand that ferments memory into dreams, dreams into stories.
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Elizabeth Bedell: First place ($200 prize)
By ELIZABETH BEDELL
We were young and exquisitely inexperienced although we thought we were sophisticated and worldly. It was the mid '70s and we taught emotionally disturbed adolescents in a public school program set in a house on Jacksonville Beach. This was our first real job.
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Linda Humphers: Second place ($100 prize)
By LINDA HUMPHERS
A natural night owl who never got to sleep before 2 a.m., there was only one thing my mother could manage to do first thing in the morning: go to the beach. The beach was always Pass-a-Grille, a holdover from the days when there was still a long row of tall Australian pines to shade her fair skin. She loved the salty Gulf of Mexico but couldn't take the sun, so we'd jump in the car before 8 and run over to the beach for a short swim.
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Daniel D. Martin: Third place ($50 prize)
By DANIEL D. MARTIN
Sitting up there, on old maid's cliff, strumming my six-string Strat, eyes glazed over by way of salty sea breeze, staring into the deep sky, drunk with light fading so quickly, leaving behind lucid shards, that, try as you might, could not be lost from sight. And thinking back to that island summer time - some point after the school of high, but just before collegiate rite - few things remain, save lucid shards, reflecting, also, such memories obtained, as evening-storm surf, the black crashing waves, and grinding on ocean-bottom shell-strewn sand turf. What else, I feel . . . cold steel made hot sitting atop boiling blue light amplified, liquid lasers beaming brightly from up so high. Looking back with insight the stars blossom in the pale violet velvet, edged by the pink cantaloupe rind, and sparkle brightly in the newborn night.
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Amanda Luchsinger: Honorable mention
By AMANDA LUCHSINGER
We drove miles out from the African capital, seeking the solitude and beauty of our secret beach, where no footprints went before us, and we could be in love alone. The grass was head-high, the pathway barely traceable in the hot, white sand, which sank beneath our heavy feet, burdened as we were with beach essentials. Sweat dripped from us, and wind hissed through the grasses, stinging our bare ankles with airborne granules. At last, a diamond-lit horizon of restless blue and turquoise, suckling gently on the sugar sand. We sat gratefully, eyes screwed up against the arcing glare. Silence, save for the rustling grasses, and gently swooshing ocean.
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Judy Wilkins: Honorable mention
By JUDY WILKINS
Several years ago when our daughter, Marcia, was graduating from college, she and I planned a two-week trip to Florida from our home state of Indiana to celebrate.
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May 22, 2005
Announcing Floridian's Summer Essay Contest
By JOHN BARRY
We're looking for something good to read at the beach, something good to read on a soft blanket, under an umbrella, on a languid June day when a heartbeat barely registers.
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