Before the jet's pilots nearly lost control of their plane as it hurtled down a Las Vegas runway, it flew for weeks with a problem that could have killed everyone on board.
The boy was only two days old when his mother slipped out of the hospital. Hours later, he shuddered and convulsed, his body going into withdrawal from the opioids he had grown used to in her womb.
At the edge of the racetrack, on a wide pad of asphalt, Susie Wheldon stooped to help her small son.
I couldn't believe it was back.
I was in Jacksonville, about to photograph my first out-of-town college football game as the solo shooter, and there I was, crying on the floor of the media bathroom, clutching my abdomen. It felt as though a shadowed figure was stabbing me again and again. I gripped the toilet bowl …
She slumps beside the sidewalk on a plaster stump, right arm resting on her thigh. Her right hand fell off long ago. Her left arm is gone.
The documents were folded, tucked away for a reason. They weren't the kind of thing 28-year-old Amanda Peters wanted to look at every day, but she kept them in a box of important records, along with her Social Security card and her passport, to call upon when needed.
I know I wasn't the only one bummed out last month by the news that Florida's version of Stonehenge, the Airstream Ranch, was being torn down.
The day before he almost died, he had seen his older sister overdosing in a recliner. He had watched his neighbor, a nurse, give her a shot of Narcan, the drug that lifts addicts from the brink of death. He had seen the paramedics cart her away.
For years, Steve and Chazzy Foy avoided talk of politics. It wasn't that important to them. And they had a vague awareness that, in their 24 years together, they had grown apart politically.
The special service wouldn't start for an hour. But by 5 p.m. Thursday, people were pouring into the church.
I had an idea growing up of what love should look like.
ST. PETERSBURG — He first saw her onstage, dancing in a silver sequined dress.
It's no secret that I love Florida. I love our beaches, our gorgeous sunsets and state parks. I especially love our police-beat stories, where you regularly find headlines like, "Accused 'porta potty' puncher popped in toilet tantrum."
Troy Coker called it a "legitimate, classic blind date."
Even on the outdoor patio of Ybor City's Cuban Club, the smoke hung like fog. It was a cigar festival, after all, and hundreds were puffing on stogies. Among the few not partaking were Dick Greco — the former four-time mayor of Tampa — and me. He was there supporting his wife, whose medical …
Join hands with me, will you, for a pre-Thanksgiving prayer:
Certain groups can be expected to vote a certain way each presidential election. Non-white voters, for more than half a century, have voted for a Democrat. The most recent polls in key states show Hillary Clinton winning that demographic. Gun owners voted against President Barack Obama and for President George W. Bush, …
FOUR MILES OFF THE COAST OF KEY LARGO
Five scientists sit in a fishing boat on Aug. 21, waiting for divers to emerge. They stare at the water, struggling to keep the conversation going.
You, as a Florida voter, hold the fate of the world in your hands.
More than 100 emails and phone calls poured in after September's Floridian story about 16-year-old Adán Martinez and the viola that changed his life. He had been busking to make payments on the instrument he named Lamar and had more than $1,200 to go. But within a week, readers calling Violin …