Keen insights are what I’m looking for. I want to know what I don’t know in a useful way. A new way to pull a nail, thread a needle, boil water. If it’s new and insightful, sign me up. What I’m not looking for?
THE LONG ROAD OF FAMILY LIFE
The long road of family life in the good old days started with moms and dads in the lead. Whether they loved each other like soul mates, or hated each other like oceans do shorelines, they stayed married. I’m not looking at statistical data when I say they stayed married, it’s just that I don’t […]
FALLING LEAVES OF AUTUMN
Falling leaves are the rule of the season. The only place without a carpet of leaves is a parking garage. But that’s Oregon, famous for trees.
LEAVING TOWN IN THE 70’S, A MICRO MEMOIR
When you say you’re leaving town for good it doesn’t start with a packed bag. You need to let the landlord know, the boss know, your friends. The best town I ever left was the Brooklyn borough of New York City. See ya, suckers.
CHEMO STORY FROM THE MEMOIR WIP
One chemo story is not much different than another: Cancer diagnosis, testing, further testing, test some more, then sign up for the juice. Not much different until it’s you, and it’s your story. So why not write it? Here’s what it looks like:
OREGON SPORTS ILLUSTRATED COVERS AND MORE
Oregon sports didn’t begin with Steve Prefontaine, but he was the first Oregonian on the cover of Sports Illustrated. At least that’s what the smart-guy talent online say. Sports Illustrated and I were born the same year. With the end of the magazine this week everyone is sad. I’m sad even though my subscription lapsed […]
BEACH TOWN? THERE’S ONLY ONE
Beach town is where I grew up. We had beaches all over the place, surrounded by beaches. But it was a bay town, a town on Coos Bay. Just not Coos Bay.
SPORTS FAN REVIEW: IN THE BEGINNING
Sports fan knows one thing: Rivalry. Without rivalry, sporting events resemble theater without the curtains. With rivalry we feel something deeper, way deeper, way down there. If you come from a certain time and place the only rivals that mattered were the Marshfield High School Pirates. But, everyone grows up. Right?
BETTER VIEW FOR BETTER TIMES
This better view comes from Front Street in Coos Bay. Better than what? It’s a better view than the parking lot outside my motel door, but I’m not complaining. A ship, a bay, and a dream of discovery. What else would you want?