Empty Heart, Hopeful Mind
I thought that my last column was hard to write, but this one might be even more difficult. Last time I wrote about the passing of my friend Dan Escal…
Loss In The Time of Corona. Dan Escalante we will miss you.
There’s a lot to write about these days, yet I’m sure I’m not alone in struggling to find the motivation to write. The struggle is where the blessing …
Hope
I don’t know exactly how to start this one. We’re all in uncharted territory. I thought about writing my “La Vida Local” from the perspective of my ne…
Points On Passion From A Poet
I used to think that a broke poet could change the world. That was when I was a broke poet. I’m still a poet, but a little less broke. Overall, I’m ha…
Tufas in Thailand
We were a mere 20 minutes into a trip that would take us 7,000 miles from home, when the pilot came over the intercom and announced that we were headi…
Write On, A Life of Writing
My mother tells me the first words I ever read were those of the sports section of our local paper. Like many American youth, I was obsessed with spor…
The Climbing Zine Book
For 10 years we've been publishing The Climbing Zine. We started off with print runs of 100, then 500, then 1,000, and now these days we are at 10,000…
Write for your Rights (The Desert, book tour closer)
At the end of this week I’m finishing up what has been the most successful book tour of my career. This Fri., Nov. 15, I’m headed down to a place I’ve…
Hammer’s Time. A Halloween Tale.
When you’re young and filled with energy, Halloween is the greatest of opportunities to act out some fantasies, and live close to that line that separ…
Fare Thee Well
My life was changed at 16 by a single song. At first I never saw it coming. I was introduced to the 1990s version of hippies on a trip to visit a chil…