When I saw Fish wearing a tie and tearing duct tape with his teeth, I knew this was a wedding to remember. While standing in a shaded part of Chico’s lower Bidwell Park in late May, surrounded by friends and… Continue Reading
A blindfolded man held his hands over a row of four steak knives. Three were point-down and one stood point-up. A tense crowd in the Chico City Plaza watched. The knives were covered, and, like the blindfolded man, the crowd… Continue Reading
I stuffed my hands in my jacket pockets as the wind blew my curly hair in all directions. Sand seeped into my boots as my boyfriend and I hiked across serene sand dunes in Death Valley National Park on the first day of April. The sun had yet to rise over the mountains Continue Reading
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