I HAVE TO COOK
I have to cook so I can be sure of something...
I have to cook so I can be sure of something...
Over one-half of U.S. House of Representatives members and two-thirds of Senate members are, at least, millionaires. Of the top forty-five wealthiest Congress folk, the highest net worth sits at…
If you want people to love you, maybe try not being horrible. “My idea of revolution is of the search for individual happiness through collective happiness, which is the only…
...so it was F-bomb here and F-bomb there and it felt very free and madcap, and we were just a bunch of carefree, cussing hippies experimenting our way to making the world fit to live in.
Fort Bragg High School is very PROUD!
Sometimes, the Universe lines up in mysterious ways...
Is History Subversive? Back at old History Central again. Last month I wrote about Chamberlain's extra-bad gamble of trying to appease Hitler, and Churchill's wondering if the free world would…
We seem to be having a situation here in our beautiful, wise democracy, our most marvelous, shared homeland, against which we have faithfully leaned all these years in the assumption…
Chuck Hathaway could draw anything.
If a tennis ball were hit with the power behind that whack, the ball might sail right over the chain link fence onto a neighbor’s lawn across the street. If…
How can we find compassion and understanding in a severly divided world?
In this critical moment in our country and our world, the message I interpret from Schmidt's more than one thousand letters home and articles he wrote about his experiences in Germany eighty years ago is loud and clear: Don’t do this again.
The Collective Giving Circle Pools Funds and Energy to Support the Vital Work of Local Nonprofits
Dana Schmidt, as a twenty-three-year-old, fresh-out-of-college journalist, was thrust into the maelstrom of 1938 Germany at one of history's most dramatic turning points.
The pen, essentially, is mightier around here.
Caring for loved ones with dementia is a sad and frightening subject, but please don’t look away. There is something you can do for caregivers that will make a big difference!
Only a few blocks from Aretha Franklin’s childhood home, almost across the street from where Isaac Hayes used to wipe down his Cadillac every morning wearing his gold chains, far from the neon of Beale Street’s blues bars, and blocks away from the hotel where Martin Luther King was assassinated, Stax artists stepped onto a creative merry-go-round of musical genius. Otis Redding, Wilson Pickett, Steve Cropper, BB King, King Curtis, The Bar-Kays, Carla Thomas, and so many more artists got their breaks at Stax.
Gordon Black and Bill Bradd are two of my poet friends who just arrived at the Poetry Pearly Gates—at the extra-special Side Entrance for Bards who get up early to write every day.
I’m walking out of Redwood Coast Seniors in Fort Bragg as a crowd assembles behind a bottleneck at the front entrance just before lunchtime. I make my…