Shasta County CA

After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. Wallace Stephens A Well Dressed Man With A Beard I faced the camera, and the smiling woman hovering next to it cued me. “So,”… Continue Reading →

My present and future son-in-laws are wearing high heels this weekend. They’ll be “Walking A Mile In Her Shoes” Saturday, 9 am, at the Downtown Promenade to help fight domestic violence and raise funds for One Safe Place. This is… Continue Reading →

I’d rather eat a sesame-seed bagel than Ben and Jerrys. Or a steak. I’m a starch-a-holic. For nearly a decade, when I was running marathons, I ate nothing but bread—French bread, buttermilk bread, oatmeal, multi-grain, sprouted. You name it, and… Continue Reading →

I lugged two boxes to my classroom, my arms aching. Once there, I spread out scores of books on the table in the front of the room. “Take one or two,” I said. “There’s some good stuff here.”   My… Continue Reading →

Once a year, in April, my house tries to kill me. That’s when I go to the rooftop to prance around, attempting to revive my aging swamp cooler. Sure, I’m up there in the fall, too. But it’s no problem… Continue Reading →

The phone rings, and it’s my son, Joe, calling from the Naval Training Center. He’s got good news. His hard work and solid test scores have moved him up the food chain a bit and earned him additional privileges. We… Continue Reading →