Posts from the ‘Florida’ category

Inside the fight to give Florida rivers legal rights

A network of environmentalists has helped more than a dozen counties and cities introduce “rights of nature,” but the movement faces pushback from lawmakers and lobbyists.

Mold, foundation cracks, sinking houses: How a Florida Habitat for Humanity neighborhood fell apart

Experts, lawyers, and residents argue that affordable housing communities should be built with environmental justice and climate change in mind.

Florida schools still ‘begging for help’ after Hurricane Michael

As a new hurricane season begins, thousands of students remain homeless and officials are struggling to rebuild before the next school year.

Red tide, Hurricane Michael push Florida into election hinging on environmental promises

The economic impacts of a warming world are becoming a key issue for Florida politicians and voters.

Your Southern Stories

“It took moving away from the South for me to truly appreciate what it is. I’ve only been away from my home in Baton Rouge, Louisiana for 4.5 years now (I moved to Alaska for three years after college, then to NYC for a year, now I’m in Portland, OR), and the list of things I miss is endless. Just to name a few: the smell of rain steaming off hot pavement, cicadas singing on tree trunks, pollution enhanced sunsets. I also have vivid memories of my sister and I roaming around my grandmother’s swampy backyard looking for crawfish, and it being an absolute blast.

I don’t know when I’ll be back, just that I will be back. All Southerners return home eventually, right?”

—Taylor Balkom, Alaska

“My favorite place growing up was the farm my dad was born on in West Virginia. Daisies growing in the fields, swaying with the breeze, are my absolute favorite flower. The daisies always remind me of my grandmother who passed away when I was in 3rd grade … The log cabin, then dilapidated, was where my dad was born. The doctor arrived in his horse drawn carriage and delivered him on Thanksgiving Day, 1944. As an adult I have had opportunities to return to the farm. It seems so different now. The old log cabin is completely gone now. The well has been filled in. The “mountain” to the “BIG rock” turned out to be much smaller than we realized. But I still love daisies because they still remind me of my feisty grandmother. And, honestly, if I listen really close I can still hear the Whiporwill singing as the sun goes down.”

— Annette Ellis, Kentucky