Cover Photo of Tower Theatre by Justin W on Unsplash Did I ever expect to call Sacramento home? No, not really. But then again, I never expected Sherlock Holmes to retire in East Dean, England, but there you go. I first viewed Sacramento with mild curiosity when visiting my future wife’s family at various gatherings. I liked theContinue reading “Six Reasons Sacramento Feels Like Home”
My grandmother, my daughter, all the generations before, during, and after. Time echoes.
West until your feet get wet We returned recently, M and P and I, to our home among the rocks, surrounded by barnacles, kelp, and snails. No, I’m not that bad a housekeeper. Barnacles have left our walls alone for now, and the smell of kelp is fading. Tide pools. I’m talking about tide poolsContinue reading “At Home Among The Tide Pools”
So. The tape. Oh, that tape. Well, it speaks for itself, and hopefully those chickens are coming home to roost in Georgia soon enough … so instead, I’ll stick to why you actually came here – urban chickenology! Chickens make a better topic than Lame Duck L’orange anyway. If you remember our chickens, those threeContinue reading “Backyard Eggs – The New Bitcoin”
We were sitting on a riverbank in the Tahoe National Forest. Sand and pebbles. Cold, green water swirling in corners, pooling behind glacial boulders, flowing beneath pine trees. We were drinking rosé, eating cheese, olives, salami, and Marcona almonds in the shade, while the seven-year-old floated in an idle pool, relaxed as a leaf onContinue reading “Biophilia”
When trying a new recipe such as Maque Choux, the first step is obvious: figure out how to pronounce it. If you’re going to try a new dish and then write about the experience like a competent cook and not an Inspector Clouseau of the kitchen, you could at least be bothered to get theContinue reading “I Wanna Be A Maque Choux Man”
The brain likes order. It’s why we love jigsaw puzzles and a perfect ocean wave. The crisp feel when two cardboard pieces connect just so, the calm roll of a blue-green curled tube of water gliding to the shore. Order comes in many forms. When order begins to break down, it can start with theContinue reading “Kali”
The Bitterroot Public Library is a coppery-brick building on two floors, settled at the corner of State St and 4th St, a block off of Main St. Isn’t that just the perfect address for a small town library? It’s got a lawn, a bike rack, a gazebo, spreading trees, picnic tables, and a red woodenContinue reading “What’s Mine Is Yours”
Responses to what I’ve seen on Social Media, in no particular order, and with no particular judgement beyond that which is blatantly embedded in my word choices. Black lives matter. Any good cop who turns bad after all this was never a good cop in the first place. To the cops in Buffalo: maybe itContinue reading “When The Lights Go Down”
Hobbes, Wonderwing, and Kylo Hen are entering their emo phase. So I’ll definitely be ready to be a parent to a teenager.