Category Archives: Life and Love

REMEMBERING MY FATHER

My Superman By Patricia Camburn Zick @PCZick My father never leaped over tall buildings. But he would have tried if I had asked him, and four decades after his death, he remains a hero to me. But when I think of my father, even today, it is tinged with sadness because only in his dyingContinue reading “REMEMBERING MY FATHER”

SILVER LININGS OF COVID

Making lemonade from lemons While the COVID crisis caused worry and extra caution for the past year, not all of it was bad. Our sadness at the suffering of others from the virus and its associated effects gave us the worst times. Because of my husband’s sometimes weakened immune response to illness, we became proactiveContinue reading “SILVER LININGS OF COVID”

MARCH 2020 – ONE LAST ESCAPE

Essay and photos by P.C. Zick The winter of 2019/2020 may have been foreshadowing of what happened in the early spring of 2020. From the death of my brother to my husband’s myriad of physical ailments to surgery for my daughter, I’d had it by February and looked forward to a fresh start for aContinue reading “MARCH 2020 – ONE LAST ESCAPE”

Our Urban Oasis

We live on the southeast side of Tallahassee, but when we drive a mile from our home to a city park, it’s hard to believe we’re so close to an urban area with a population of 200,000. We call it Piney Z after the name of one of the lakes and the neighborhood bordering it,Continue reading “Our Urban Oasis”

MAKE YARD A FOUR-LETTER WORD

Residential Yards Can Hurt or Help the Environment Fragile describes Florida’s environment and habitat. It would be that way even without the influx of twenty million plus people inhabiting it year-round then add in the tourists who flock here each year for days, weeks, or even months at a time. And of those millions ofContinue reading “MAKE YARD A FOUR-LETTER WORD”

ON DUCKS AND GEESE

NATURE IN DISARRAY Essay and photos by @PCZick During this time of staying home, we’ve found different ways to entertain ourselves. Some may question our affinity to one of our new pastimes, but it keeps us out of trouble and perhaps sane. Although again some may question that. Our house sits across a private roadContinue reading “ON DUCKS AND GEESE”