E-Bikes and Elections
Well, here we are again, on the cusp of an important election, and I have a column to write. Before I dive in, I want to give a shout out to my friend…
Goodbye Cruel Summer
It was a weird night, during a weird month, and a strange summer. Just 30 minutes prior, at 8 o’clock on a Sunday evening a man was knocking on the do…
Going Postal (Part 2)
I’m going to try hard to focus while writing this one. Outside my writing window is some major construction – they are improving the sidewalks here fo…
Conflict Resolution, The Chief (and backyard happy hours)
It was happy hour in the back yard. My wife had just gotten done with a long shift at the hospital, where she works as a nurse. We noticed the neighbo…
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…