"Time, memory, and the long consequences of living." I do not speak with an English accent because I am pretentious or a pretentious Anglophile. I speak this way because I smoked too much weed when I was a kid. Let me explain. In my memoir The Bad Kids , I tell stories about the misadventures of my friends and me—misadventures fueled by copious amounts of marijuana. By the time I graduated eighth grade, I had stopped smoking. Before starting high school, I reinvented myself a

Dear Monica, I write. This is my calling. If a good story insinuates its way in my head I feel obligated to follow it wherever it leads. My father had a stroke a year ago. Thankfully, he had a nearly full recovery but it got me thinking about the past, about things I’d mostly forgotten, people and events I’d blocked out because the memories were impossible to face. Not because they are awful memories, but because they were beautiful and beauty is fleeting. We touch beauty whe

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I re-read Into the Wild , the story of Chris McCandless. For those who haven't read it, it is the story of an idealistic young man who...

I meant what I said about being on a break from the regular Tuesday posts, but from time to time I may post something unrelated to any of...

When do we learn to fear the dentist? Why do some people fear the dentist and some do't?

Can I get you to read this by including the phrase celebrity nipslip?

Some would say a “live and let live” mindset is admirable…in some case, perhaps. A live and let live approach when running a city is a...

I have friends who voted for Biden and I have friends who voted for Trump. I have friends who voted for neither and friends who didn’t...

There are distortions about what living in a vehicle is really like, some skewed to the positive and others to the negative. Some are...

Have traveled 60,000 miles in thirteen states I have seen a lot of beautiful places...and a lot of trash where trash does not belong. I...

What do you want? I ask because my last three blogs have gotten a mere three views, the videos six views--- So...what do you want?...

I have periods of overwhelming doubt: Nothing seems to be going right, everything I planned is not working out. Right now, I am starting...

The original plan was to scout places to spend the night in the northern Central Valley. If I ever refer to “the Valley” this is the...

This story is fifteen years in the making; I will try to make it so it does not take that long to read… In 2007 my first wife and I were...

Do you enjoy being alone? Do you enjoy it, or are you simply comfortable with it---being on your own, away from other people? After a...

I have established that I am a traveler and not a nomad, someone who needs a “home base.” Reaching that understanding is just the first...

Day two in Bend, Oregon. Since my camp host gig ended yesterday I filed for Unemployment this morning which has become even more...

The three of us walked down a hallway with five doors on each side. Rooms, our rooms. Mine was open even if I didn’t know it was mine at...

ONE We’re all going to die out here! A man had been yelling that in front of the Major Dollar. He didn’t look homeless or crazy. No, his...