October 01, 2017
Conversation…it sometimes seems like a dying art. I often think it is dying a slow death at the hands of iPhones and tablets and digital streams of communication. Simple human interaction seems as though it is slowly being typed out of existence, two thumbs at a time. In an effort to combat this in our own home, we decided to set aside certain dinner nights as “unplugged”, which means the TV is turned off and no… READ MORE
September 23, 2017
I was born a thousand miles from home. That persistent feeling has been with me since… well, since I can first remember, as a kid growing up in suburban Los Angeles, doing a Sierra Club jigsaw puzzle of the redwoods. I felt instinctive kinship with the pictured trees.
It took me until my thirties before I moved far enough north to feel I was finally home, in Oregon. Twenty-five years later, I still feel that way.… READ MORE
September 14, 2017
We were six or seven years old at the time, he and I. Although we were cousins, the distance between Brazil and Canada meant we hardly knew each other, but of course that rarely matters to kids. Friendship takes mere minutes.
It was winter in the late 1960’s. Christmas, actually. A cold snap had enveloped Vancouver Island, but it didn’t hamper our daily excursions to introduce he and his sister to the part of the… READ MORE