By Mallory Hopkins | firstname.lastname@example.org Mallory Moyer is a Floridian musician. She lives in the Tampa Bay area some of the time and the St. Augustine area some of the time. She can be found singing and playing guitar at local venues in those areas…
I will never forget my first encounter with the therapy program at Haven Horse Ranch. It was a hot spring day in 2013 and I was sitting in the office having a conversation with President and Operator Ric Lehman, with whom I have been close with since I began riding and volunteering in 2001. I hadn’t seen him in quite some time, so he was asking me all about my life as a busy college student and filling me in on the recent happenings of the ranch, as well as the progress they had been making with their therapy students. He was telling me about a little boy with Autism Spectrum Disorder that was going through their therapy program.
By Heather Seidel | email@example.com Andres and Renee, owners of Crave Food Truck, are determined to start a movement. Their mission? To supply sustainable, healthy and colorful and food to the St. Augustine community.
Wine corks, soda tabs and landscaping fabric—who knew commonly trashed items could be turned into the latest fashion statement?
One of the weekly farmer’s markets, located at the St. Augustine Amphitheatre, has a unique historic appeal. The market has everything from homegrown produce to homemade arts and crafts to hand-strung live music. It’s a memorable ancient city experience whether you’re a local or just visiting.
Adam Morley is happy to talk about bioaccumulation – excited, even. If the build-up of toxic chemicals in organisms from plastic waste wasn’t an issue, he’d probably be even happier.
In the time of seafarers, when billowing sails glided across mythical seas, it was St. Augustine’s front door and its back.
Nearly three years in the making, The St. Augustine Distillery is ready to open its doors to the public on Friday.
An overgrown burial ground forty miles from civilization was not the most auspicious spot to meet a soon-to-be record-holder.
A formidable smell of cigarettes and stale beer accompanied the crowded in a dimly lit venue called Nobby’s. Despite it’s dilapidated appearance, there was a particular comfort within the tired walls.