Late MarchDay by day, we walk into the wilderness of our inner lives. The internet deepens our information silo. We have no streets to confirm reality. Our sidewalks are empty, and without them we have less to affirm a common reality underneath spring rains. We have a window view and a playlist of music that... Continue Reading →
Day 3 A Bubble Inside a Bubble This morning we’re listening to Hozier. The hardwood is cold but the fire is working on it. I took my temperature and it read 101.2F and certain death set in, before I realized I was drinking hot coffee. Every fart and ache is old Grendel’s mother herself, COVID-19,... Continue Reading →
We hid from the smoke of the Camp Fire during my wife’s pregnancy in 2018. My oldest friend and I went to deliver supplies to shelters and stomping out fires behind the exclusion zones. That winter, my wife and I stayed in as the flood waters rose along the Russian River. We were trapped at... Continue Reading →
Part I: Ready, Aim, Pray. Yesterday’s action in Bismarck, North Dakota, reaffirmed to the world that the movement is rooted in our better selves. The caravan rode bumper to bumper along the one hour route into Bismarck. We pulled into a staging area to organize the cars into four groups that would go in... Continue Reading →
The sun hit the zenith over the eastern border of Navajo Nation as I pulled into the gas station off the 191. I was starting to get that stiff feeling behind my eyes from driving. The drunk man in front of the knockoff "7&11" swayed in his blue jeans and a faded black t-shirt. His... Continue Reading →
