Today I went to the Secretary of State’s voter webpage and changed my registration to Independent. A mass civic migration over the coming weeks and months could have volcanic political consequences. [Read More]
If I were placed blindfolded on the upper reaches of Elk Creek and its watershed area, I would know I was home. [Read More]
It’s usually the middle of the night when I drive to my client’s house after hearing she is in labor. [Read More]
Once upon a rainy day Matt Love (author and publisher of Nestucca Spit Press) and Jack Harris (co-founder and co-owner of Fort George Brewery) had a conversation about gentrification in Astoria. [Read More]
Like anything else, this event was seeded, and grew organically over time. The seeds held the potential of what the event would become. [Read More]
Each year, as mornings become brisk and mist pushes on shore, magic arrives on the Necanicum. I live in a small cabin near the Necanicum River’s estuary, a special corner of Northwest Oregon where a profusion of wildlife, from seagulls and eagles to salmon and elk, share the water and shore. Every morning I sit […]
The Oregon Coast is stunning and I finally got to witness a beautiful sunset at Fort Stevens. People tell me all the time that I’m lucky to live in such a beautiful place, and they are right. The Pacific Northwest is gorgeous.
Why is it that we are always so sure of ourselves, so convinced that we’re right, about everything, all the time? Why do we consistently act as if how we perceive the world is “the one truth” – the RIGHT way?
The sloshing of bloody water from the cutting board
proclaims another crimson muscle-bound Chinook
has given life in the beautiful spectacle of
a carefully-guided filet knife only a salty,
wave-beaten man can sheath on a belt by his side.
This is Oregon
Her coastline a tattered skirt torn from the sea
Stiff boots of stone propping
Up the dear old lady and baring legs of old-growth wood;
Her ferns are showing but she doesn’t mind if you look.