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  There’s something strangely familiar and magical about the eye of a hurricane—how it can be so quiet a...

Today is my son's 17th birthday. I’m watching him swim deliberately, doggedly. He, as always, is swimming his heart out. We are at a swi...

For over a year I think, in a variety of subconscious and conscious, ways I’ve been waiting for some fucking epiphany to appear (dictation s...

    I write this post in-flight back home to Portland, Oregon where forest fires have decimated nearly one million acres o...

One of the aspects of living on the West Coast that I still can't get enough of is the sun setting over the Pacific.  I grew up in south...

FIRST DRAFT (30 minutes) My mom took this photo Winter 1984.  This was the first winter that I surfed and I'm holding my first surfbo...

Green Paths and Golden Rules "I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life,...