My Turn

There is this stray, female cat hanging out at the Twain post office, Cappleman tells me. Pam says she is …

Coronavirus. The word has spread rapidly through news outlets and across social media platforms worldwide, infecting our sense of security …

I have been a germaphobe this entire cold and flu season and until now (knock on wood) it has served …

Tuesday of last week, I sat in a nearly empty Sacramento International Airport for hours on a delayed flight. I …

In early February, the Rev. George Tarleton sat next to me at a Board of Supervisors meeting and asked me …

Many of you that know me are aware that I personally am not a huge believer in the positive attributes …

More lessons in perspective — two scenarios: Disaster Thinking 1. My first great love committed suicide when he was 28 …

It’s Valentine’s Day and I have eyes for only one man — okay maybe three men if I am being …

Well, we’re in it now, folks. The political season is in full swing and like a giant pendulum, our views, …

In small communities like ours here in Plumas County, you know just about everyone. You greet the postal workers by …

When I attended California State University, Northridge in the early 80s, the World Wide Web hadn’t yet been invented. Handheld …

It all began with Christmas prime rib at Jon and Julie Cappleman’s place. It was a small gathering of locals, …

I spend too much time on Facebook. “I’m a reader,” I tell myself. “What am I doing on here? I …

It’s been several years since Keri and I bragged about our Feather Publishing “family” that we have grown to know …