There is a clubhouse here at the trailer park, and joyfully two of its walls are filled with hardcover and paperback books and DVD’s – there for the taking with the pinky-swear unspoken agreement…

I’ve been wondering about my mind. Not a lot, no obsession or angsty internal drama. And yet, every once in a while, maybe four or five days pass, and the thought comes, in the…

Yesterday I shelled out $948 for suddenly necessary repairs to my car. Happily, by Sunday night, I had settled into a que sera sera place for whatever expense was coming, and when I was…

I think my mind broke the other day. All by itself. I was on the Bob Jones Trail in Avila Beach on the central coast of California. I was much of the way back…

A rare Saturday post: Welcome, welcome to the blog. Like I get to say from the front desk at the Y to each member walking through the door. Like the baristas say at my…

Hopefully someone, somewhere, will take a minute and poke around and see if ‘from a mountain bench’ actually sends this post to you on a mountain breeze.