My Memory Of The Great Santa Rosa Fire

The evening of October 8, 2017, was no different than any other evening. I had already drifted into the twilight level of sleep when the sound of three large clay pots crashing onto the front porch jolted me back into full consciousness. I was unable to imagine what had happened until I opened the front…

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A Home Is Not A House

Gemütlichkeit is the best word I can find to describe my home. I have to go to a foreign language to properly describe what contemporary American culture is in the process of decimating in the same manner in which it has relegated many species to the edge of extinction. The house hunters come at people’s…

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