All of that stuff I’ve told you over the last few weeks, forget about it for a day or two. I just got news of the best sort and frankly, I can’t even think about attachment, dysfunction, or politics now, let alone write about them. Can we take a break? An email I’ve been waiting […]Read More
Unfortunately, a small-time local kingmaker had another candidate he preferred. “Teri,” he told me when he called to intimidate me into bowing out, “if you make us lose this appointment, you won’t have a future in politics.”Read More
When he didn’t meet me at the gate this morning, I knew before I saw him. Rudy the Rooster invariably meets me at the gate every morning, greedy for morning bread and pellets. Not today.Read More
If we are not to implode, we’ve got to stop putting Bandaids on this thing. It’s not as much about the size of prisons and sentencing reform as it is about fixing people: adults who are already damaged, and prevent children from going down this road. Intervention and prevention. Now.
To the degree we solve this thing, our nation will endure. But look at the impacts of the opioid crisis, homelessness, anger. If we continue to do nothing it only gets worse.Read More
“Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.” William Wordsworth I think I’m about to turn a corner in this run up to my Rambles with Ruby next […]Read More
In 2005 I spent 23 days in Eastern and Central Europe visiting Bulgaria, Romania, and Hungary with classmates in the California Agricultural Leadership Program. We met with US Embassy staff, Bulgarian mafia (not on purpose), school children, and bus drivers. We saw monasteries and castles and old stone churches. Lots of them. The trip was […]Read More
My first home with Don and Rosemary was on the Hopland Field Station. Dad worked there for the University of California’s Department of Animal Science. The Field Station was a great place for a young scientist with an inquiring mind, his wife, and an inquisitive daughter. Dad graduated from Bozeman in 1950 with an emphasis […]Read More