I went to a tribute for Mike Krukow and Duane Kuiper, and it was everything I hoped it would be. It was a special look into the lives of two …

Today I was leaving feedback for a recent purchase and noticed something: I’ve been on eBay since July 1998. That’s 27 years! I still remember those early days. I was …

If I start writing what I think people want to hear, I lose track of why I sat down to write in the first place. It’s easy to slip into …

I like making art using red and black. I think it’s subconscious. There is something I like about the contrast between red and black. I’m not quite sure what it …

Embrace your inner wiring. That was the catchphrase from Emilie Wapnick’s TED talk, and it stuck with me. It’s not about what you do. It’s about how you do it. …

As a kid, I had a weird birthday tradition: getting the flu. Every. Single. Year. Early December would roll around, and like clockwork, I’d go from being excited for my …

While getting ready for a trip to Shasta Lake, I noticed something strange. Our favorite spot on the lake had a new name: Sulanharas Creek. That name caught my attention. …

One of my favorite books is The Wisdom of Not Knowing by Estelle Frankel. It’s one I return to again and again, especially when I feel creatively blocked or too …

We just got back from a trip to Lake Shasta and it was awesome. Mid-April is my favorite time to go. The weather’s a bit of a gamble, but this …

When I was a kid, one of my favorite outings with my dad was visiting Franciscan Hobbies. Back in the 1960s and 70s it was tucked into an old 1920s …

I’ve been spending time up at Shasta Lake, and one of the places I always find beautiful is Sulanharas Creek. On a recent trip, I got curious about the origin …

Lately I’ve been thinking about surrender. Not in the “give up” kind of way, but more like letting go. Letting go of self-stories, other people’s stories, the need to be …

I often wonder about the deeper why of making art. Not just the technical or aesthetic reasons, but the spiritual ones. What role does the artist really play in society? …

I’m trying to break the habit of reaching for YouTube or Instagram when I take work breaks. So I created a series of prompts to ask myself whenever the urge …

I spent some time over the weekend in the wilderness looking at the stars at night, thinking about how far away they must be as suns, yet barely visible to …

I never rode a yellow school bus. Didn’t need to. My elementary school sat on the same block as our house. When busing kicked off in the ’70s, I got …

For most of my life, I carried the guilt of starting too many things and finishing too few. Every time I switched gears, the inner critic showed up. Was I …

In 1976, a blazing visitor lit up the morning sky. Comet West. I was in high school, just getting into photography. That comet? It hooked me. I grabbed my mom’s …

Back in the early ’90s, I had a pet ochre starfish. It lived in a 50-gallon tank in the garage. Room temp, nothing fancy. It was one of the weirdest, …

There it was, etched into the aluminum like a tiny spiritual tattoo: Recycle me. On the surface, it’s an environmental nudge. A polite reminder not to doom the can to …

This past Thursday, we hopped on the N-Judah and headed to Embarcadero. Destination: the Exploratorium’s After Dark series. Theme of the night? Bananas. I love riding the N. It’s not …

We often confuse truth with meaning. But they aren’t the same. Truth, especially in science, is external. It’s measurable. Repeatable. It exists whether you believe in it or not. Meaning …

Remember when (mostly) dads lugged around camcorders and filmed everything? Every picnic, every parade, every kid on a swing? That was me. I found the manual for my first camcorder …

I don’t want like-minded friends who agree with me on everything. That’s boring. I want friends who challenge me. But they’ve got to have heart. Not just opinions and ego. …

I’ve always been fascinated by bats darting through the evening sky, snatching insects mid-flight. Every time we go fishing in Northern California, they’re there, silent shadows against the fading light. …