episodes

It was six days after the winter solstice when I woke up in a motel room in Garberville nursing a hangover from all the weed. Immediately, I reached for my phone, but there was still no reply to …

Well, I ain’t always right, but I’ve never been wrong
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
Once in a while, you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right

What good does it do to sit here, years later, and stew in this humililation? Why do I keep re-living the Story of Jolene and the Motel 6?

It’s a good question. Here’s an ever better one: why not stand

I knew I wasn’t really interested. But I hadn’t listened, I had ignored my best instincts, and now I was in the passenger seat …

The very next day after my near-death by selfie, I arrived at a spot in the redwoods called Fern Canyon. Fern Canyon was exactly that—a crevice in the bluffs with walls fifty feet high that …

Having raced toward the state line anticipating suntan oil and bikinis, what I found instead were the world’s tallest trees. Once upon a time—the Story goes—giant redwood trees occupied nearly 2,000,000 acres of the California coast, from just about the

You learn early on, as a straight man, that only certain stories are acceptable for polite company. Want to tell a story about a car you drove or a beer you like or how …

Look: it’s my favorite time of day. The sky has deepend into that rich periwinkle, and the first stars harken the return of the night.

No, no. Not out there. Look in here. Slow down, drop into the more real

Almost every State Park campground in Oregon has a communal campsite that’s known, colloquially, as the “hiker-biker.” Unlike most standard campsites, which are equipped with a fire ring and a picnic table next to a …

I know: it sounds absurd. How does a normal, run-of-the-mill straight white guy suddenly find himself preparing to go down on Jack the Chicken Man?

(Alright, kind of white. Technically, I’m Jewish.)

I was asking myself the same question. Asked