Steve Bornhoft

Charmer ’til the End

Not long after I moved to Tallahassee, I injured myself playing softball at Tom Brown Park such that I could not walk without the use of a cane or without excruciating pain for a period of several weeks. Despite visits…

Fall Forward

It was the Fourth of July and the sacred music wouldn’t play. Hundreds of runners, cued up at the start line for the annual Firecracker 5K, conducted at Cascades Park, grew agitated — at 8 a.m., it was hot already…

Rocky Hanna

illustration by John Russo   Like a fighter who survives 12 rounds with the champ and wins a split-decision victory, Rocky Hanna emerged last November from a race that was at turns combative, salacious and personal to win election as…

Another Perspective

Kaizsa (rhymes with Asia) is a remarkable black woman who somehow simultaneously managed home, motherhood, work, internships and studies on her way to the bachelor’s degree in strategic communication that she collected in May. She is the kind of person…

Cashing In My Chips

Finding myself one tweet over the line, I very deliberately, consciously turned off the news and reported to a weekly gathering of optimistic, grounded people who are close to the earth. They are the kind of folks who would line…

Wanna Take it Outside?

Paul Simon, of all people, turned me on to it, Pulitzer Prize winner Edward O. Wilson’s remarkable assessment of life on our planet, “Half-Earth.” Writing in The New York Times, Simon rates the book “compulsory reading” for all who care…

Uncovering Secrets

My mother is well shielded from the sun in her bucket hat, long-sleeved gingham windbreaker and long cotton pants. She is seated at the bow of a heavy, open fiberglass fishing skiff and, while her eyes are shielded by sunglasses,…

When the Bough Breaks

There are those playing-field-leveling events — natural disasters and the holiday season, for example — that bring people together and infuse all involved with a desire to make a contribution, to help out in some way. Hours after Hermine blew…

Let’s Get to Worth

When I first met Joseph Kuciauskas eight years ago, he was able to operate the joy stick on his wheelchair and, surrounding a pencil with a fist, he could, painstakingly, produce a legible script. His muscular dystrophy had contorted his…