As an addict — as a dyed-in-the-wool, card-carrying, ginuwine, for-real, tweak-seeking meth-missile — I have been known to take some fairly extreme measures to acquire the necessary chemicals in order to harmonize my various physical…
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I recently came upon an old book I inherited from my grandmother Goody, The Concise Oxford Dictionary Of English Literature published in 1939, a seventy-five-year-old book that has provided me with several days of enjoyable…
The 2015 Play-offs began last Saturday afternoon with the AV Panthers seeking their fifth Small School Championship in the last six years. Given the #1 seeding, and following a first round bye, in the quarter-final…
Eureka rots with addiction. Under every rock, behind every edifice, in almost every bush, is the shivering, hungry, sweat-stained son or daughter of good people. Often, they’ve stolen from you, rifled through your garbage for…
It is autumn of 2015 in Sonoma County. Amidst the vibrant colors of grape leaves and pumpkins is the reality of glaring news headlines. These greet us daily with tragic stories of the latest mass…
I was grumpy on the way to Garberville. "Garberville sounds like a stupid name, anyway. What the hell does it even mean?" I groused. "I'm just guessing, but maybe there was a person named Garber…
In 1976 I was in New York when the play Comedians by the British playwright Trevor Griffiths opened on Broadway. I was so inspired by the play—I saw it twice—that when I returned to Oregon, I quit my job as a landscaper and moved to Seattle to concentrate on writing plays and trying to get them produced.