It was exactly one week ago, shortly after 6 p.m., when I heard yelling outside my home. I rushed outdoors to my porch to investigate. There, I saw several neighbors standing on both sides of the street, hollering excitedly back… Continue Reading
Saturday, under blue skies and warm spring temperatures, Redding earned its place on the national protest map when it joined more than 3,000 other towns and cities across the country where citizens showed up to participate in the No Kings… Continue Reading
In theory, I’m fine with the concept of downtown parking meters. Even so, while I realize things have changed since I was a kid in downtown Redding, I confess I miss the parking meters of my youth: one for every… Continue Reading
It was still dark outside, barely two days into February, when my phone pinged a text message notification that roused me from a deep sleep in the wee hours of the morning: “Good morning! It’s Nora the midwife. We’re having… Continue Reading
In October I fell in love with the adorable village of Penn Yan, in Upstate New York, and with it the Amity Coffee Shop and Bakery. It was located downstairs from my Airbnb, where beginning around midnight my dreams were… Continue Reading
A few hours each school day, an industrial-level high-decibel racket emerges from the school’s cavernous woodshop in the 700 building that dominates a portion of West Valley Early College High School’s Cottonwood campus. If you dare, open the door and… Continue Reading
Three years ago, one day after Valentine’s Day, I met with Kris Vallotton, Bethel Church’s second in command, or, as he likes to call himself, Bethel’s chief prophet. It was a noteworthy arrangement, because Vallotton typically shuns secular-media journalists, which… Continue Reading
I blame my Facebook Marketplace addiction on the fact that I work alone, from home. Plus, I am always on the hunt for cool stuff. In my defense, as addictions go, it beats crack, it’s fairly harmless, and it’s often… Continue Reading
Sometimes I just don’t know when to call it good and leave well enough alone. Many artists fight an internal battle of knowing exactly when to put down the dang paint brush, pronounce the work finished, and walk away. I… Continue Reading
I didn’t broadcast it, so don’t feel bad if you didn’t know, but I ran away in late October. More precisely, I flew away, far away, to Upstate New York, via Redding, San Francisco, Chicago, and finally, to Rochester, New… Continue Reading
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