¡Dímelo!

Exuberant techno-utopianism was replaced by dourness when word spread that the world’s third richest gentrifier was moving to Miami.

We were nominated for the International Latino Book Awards’ Best Fantasy Novel and received an Honorable Mention for Best First Book.

I wound through Northeasterners and Californians discussing AI, summer homes, and wild little hand pies they discovered called “empanadas.”

Some worry that banning the alphabet would fill Florida with illiterate, ignorant, omni-hating imbeciles, but that boat has long since sailed.

Alright recent arrivals, I know what you’re thinking. Who the hell is this Dale guy and why is everyone in Miami obsessed with him?

Peeking into the Celestial Convection Oven, God realized He set Miami’s temperature far too high, turning it into a charbroiled mess.

The State Legislature passed a bill mandating that Florida schools teach that communism was a net positive for Cubans.

“I… I don’t get it,” muttered Silveira incredulously. “It’s like… he didn’t even want my bribe…”

Cuban Americans are an eminently “gettable” demographic. The only question is whether Democrats will do the work to get them.

Everyone but Vanessa, the only Black person in the room, laughed at Danny’s expense. That’s when the realization hit him. Is this… racism?

I have exactly one hour to get from my apartment in Homestead to my job in Brickell. I smile. No need to rush.

“I won’t back down from my claim that tech is the future of Miami! Or future of Brickell and Wynwood—you know, the parts of Miami that count.”