When I was my son’s age, I walked ten miles in the snow to get to school. Well, more like three. And if I’m honest, that only happened once before I figured out how to take the bus or hitchhike.
This week, I watched in dismay as the Caldor fire breached the granite walls of Echo Summit and burned through the Lake Tahoe basin. On the map, in the middle of the area shown as actively burning, was the once snow-covered road I walked to school.
Also destroyed in the fire was the stretch of Highway 50 between Placerville and…
Standing on a promontory of metamorphic rock in what is now called the Oakland Hills, I saw what the Human Beings once described as the mouth of the tortoise — today we call it the Golden Gate. I also saw the eyes of the tortoise — the right eye, Mt. Tamalpais, and the left, Mt. Diablo.
I feel my Human grandmother’s presence in these hills. And I feel it when I’m in nearby Piedmont, a wealthy city that is, like General Custer’s Last Stand, completely surrounded by the savages of Oakland. There’s a street in Piedmont named Indian Gulch, and…
In an unprecedented effort to combat widespread pandemic fatigue, the Biden Administration has announced a massive deployment of Latin American musicians to perform at vaccine supercenters across the nation.
Musicians specializing in Mambo, Cha-Cha, Salsa, Rumba, Merengue, and many other styles have already parachuted in to enliven vaccine centers in New York, Miami, Chicago, and Salt Lake City.
At a White House press conference announcing the plan, Surgeon General Vivek Murthy explained the need for such a bold musical intervention.
“You go to a vaccine center and you see many Americans with that down-in-the-mouth look that’s…
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I admit, you have led me to feel down many times. I am not alone in that. Algorithm, has anyone told you how many suicides you’ve brought about this decade? …
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Your friends and family might be sharing other articles to demonstrate how thoughtful and culturally sensitive they are, but none of them have shared this article yet.
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It really cuts to the heart of the matter, doesn’t it? The headline perfectly encapsulates your thoughts on the matter. When it appears on your timeline, everyone will know exactly how insightful you are.
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Like millions of other Star Wars fans, I found the Tusken Raiders (aka Sand People) both fearsome and laughable. Their weird sea-lion cries, pumping their staffs to the sky, riding single-file on mammoth beasts of burden, their bodies and heads wrapped like mummies.
Now, I get it.
Under quarantine in the midst of a heat wave, my head swaddled in cooling fabrics, eying my neighbors through binoculars to see whether or not they are wearing masks, I realize how deeply wrong I was to make fun of the Sand People and their way of life.