My Turn

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…

Have you ever noticed how the so-called “Social Media” seems to be changing the American society from a nation of…

Tomorrow is Christmas and I can already picture it. Dad will be sitting in his corner chair collecting discarded wrapping…

I really love Christmas songs and holiday movies. This didn’t happen at Christmas, but it was a bona fide miracle…

Autumn has officially put up the white flag of surrender, with Beckwourth Peak and the Lakes Basin skyline shrugging the…

Long drives make you think. Twice a week on the way to teach in prisons gives me nearly four solid…

In a rural county with a small population like ours, many of our essential services are governed by districts. These…

What it takes to raise one 5-year-old boy but it’s so much more If someone asks me “What’s happening in…

I sometimes find it amusing how young people (under the age of 50) reflect or bemoan how much things have…

This week, the sun will rise around 7 a.m. instead of eight. Doesn’t that seem more natural for a November…

When I was a child my mother would read to my sisters, brother and me before bedtime. Some of my…