As I watch the news and just live life day to day, I notice that regardless of the country, ethnicity, social strata or economic development, children are pretty much welcomed into this world with unmitigated joy. Then life happens. What… Continue Reading
In February I sat down to write a piece about love. Well, it was Valentine’s Day after all. I hadn’t written anything productive for a few weeks, so I put on my self-discipline hat and set to work. Oh, I… Continue Reading
So, I whined to Doni the other day, “What happens if I run out of stuff about which to write?” She answered something to the effect of, “If you’re still alive, you’re making new material!” Oh! Well, there’s a bit… Continue Reading
I’m a sucker for lost causes and the State of Jefferson is more lost than most. The quixotic notion that a half-million citizens in northern California and southern Oregon’s rural counties, frustrated with lack of representation at the state level,… Continue Reading
Ah, the fine art of procrastination. It is an art, you know. And there are rules; very important ones. Admittedly, the rules and the art are usually only known to the perpetrator. How do I know all this? Because I,… Continue Reading
The Moody Flats Quarry Project needs to be put into context because it is so easy to decide it is not that big a deal because it will happen over the next 100 years. I believe that it is going… Continue Reading
You think you don’t have any peeves? Oh, come on now. Sure you do. We all have peeves. You know, it’s that little something that consistently annoys us, but not enough to do something about. Or else it’s the something… Continue Reading
Yup, I just finished writing my “Christmas Letter.” Maybe it would be better to call it my quasi-annual check-in , because I make a point of not sending this letter regularly , and especially not at Christmas. I think the… Continue Reading
Well, there you have two subjects that I bet just made you just want to pop open this blog and get right to it! These are two subjects with which each and every one of us has to deal in… Continue Reading
Any of you that have spoken with me for more than two minutes, know that my conversations are liberally sprinkled with “ . . . as my mother used to say. . .” My mother was a very wise woman… Continue Reading
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