The zen of cold-stunned iguanas.
Company's here...from outer space.
Privileged to be in the presence of stars.
Don't mind me. Just clicking through.
Exploring the rich opportunities for food quests and crawls.
All creatures great and small.
Board games made me what I am. Kind of.
Putting the power list into perspective.
The healing properties of love.
Brisket dreams and other goodies.
Bearing witness to a kind heart.
The good that will lift us all.
Musings of a newly minted old-timer.
A letter from the editor of Orlando, The City's Magazine.
A text arrives from the operating room, and other oddities.
Tunes, awards, and confronting the past.
The roads not taken (and for good reason).
The "Awww'' issue.
Greg Dawson muses on his new journey.
Best of Orlando: Our people.
What’s in name? Greg Dawson answers that question when he researches the science behind street-naming in new developments.
The power of great teachers.
Greg Dawson is eager to be called for jury duty—except when he’s not.
Greg Dawson ponders the Florida heat and the estimated temperature of hell.
Freaky encounters with Mother Nature.
Greg Dawson recalls the good ol’ days of school recess, and finds that this cherished—and essential—play time for kids is quickly disappearing.
A harvest of awards, a pinch of sleuthing.
According to Greg Dawson, the real “walking dead” are all around us, glued to their cell phones.
Like, love or wow? It’s complicated.
While reflecting on the city’s growth, Greg Dawson notes that the only constant is change
Stuck in the past—and loving it.
Sweet disasters that stick in the memory.
Greg Dawson muses on men’s most challenging day of the year.
Greg Dawson is feeling the heat of a New Year’s meltdown.
When memories can be larger than life.
Greg Dawson gauges his potential as a life coach and comes up a little short.