I got out my Pablo Neruda collection and just opened it, not sure what I was looking for, the way people…
Fifty seven years ago tomorrow, African American civil rights leader Medgar Evers was…
As I have pointed out many times in these posts, I am nobody’s gratitude expert. I don’t have a degree or a shingle out…
I heard the word skookum a lot while climbing in Alaska years ago. It’s one I had never run into before I heard Alaskans use it…
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In downtown Los Angeles, there’s a thirty-five year old, seventy-foot tall painting of…
I was a trumpet player in my high school band, which always participated in the Memorial Day parade through my hometown, ending…
Not long ago I found a tiny immature turtle, surely no bigger than a quarter, struggling on the road. No expert in…
I don’t know if we qualified as one of Tolstoy’s unhappy families or not, unhappy in…