Snowbrush

I have been unhappy this week. Peggy and I argued before her departure, and it left a cloud over my head. Then there is the ever-present art...

Peggy is visiting relatives in North Carolina, and I am relishing my freedom. Two nights ago, I sorrowfully reached the end of Babbitt, and ...

Mary Pat and Bob drove over from the coast today, she to attend a club meeting with Peggy, and him to spend time with me. I took him to the ...

I bought a bike light today. Of my seven wrecks in the past fifteen years, two were caused by hitting obstacles in the dark. Of the others, ...

Peggy, our neighbor Ellie, and I went to the Cascades yesterday where they hiked a loop trail over two little mountains (Aubrey and Heckleto...

Today, I went for part (which was all I could survive) of an all day workshop at the Sikh kundalini yoga center. I knew almost nothing about...

Jay and his wife, Danette, took me to breakfast yesterday. Danette mentioned that they were going to watch a fight Sunday, caught herself, a...

My yoga studio is four months old and is run by Jay, a former track coach from Colorado. He is forty, and his big muscles, shaved head, and ...

Conservative talk radio is like professional wrestling: it is about sensationalism not substance. To this end: Aim to reach the segment of t...

We sleep in the van at the end of abandoned logging roads. We find these roads on topo maps, our ideal spot being one from which the earth d...

I forgot to address the Indian history of the Fort Rock area. Seventy 9,000-year-old sagebrush sandals were found in a cave there in 1938. M...

Only one of the Fort Rock homesteaders is alive for the annual reunion this year. Her name is Vivian Stratton, and she was nine when her fam...

Wednesday, September 7, 2006, the start of our vacation We camped in the High Desert on the rim of a mile wide crater called Hole in the Gro...

I just called a repair shop to make an appointment for the van. When I got off the phone, I checked with another shop, and learned that I co...

Last week was a week of mishaps. One night, my bike bounced away from the edge of a steel plate in a construction zone. I hadn’t even seen t...

I am no longer a student of Wicca, my teacher having given me the choice of apologizing to the class for being aggressive, argumentative, an...