“Surmising that the prospectors had been murdered by the Indians, a party of citizens attacked the Indians on Battery Point, near town, killing the one who had the pistol and several others.” A. J. Bledsoe, History of Del Norte, California with a Business Directory and Traveler’s Guide, 1881 In northwestern California, the Taa-laa-wa Dee-ni’ thrived.…

For several months, while I’ve been able to get Veterans Affairs appointments at the mental health clinic, getting to see an actual medical physician for a check-up or screening, or whatever that call it now, has been difficult. And while it seems like I’m about to rant about the VA health system, I’m not. Then…

In the depths of judgments, dark and deep, A tale unfolds, a somber promise to keep. In accusing gazes, the privileged stand, Lost in shadow, caught in fate’s open hand. Males, burdened by a weight unknown, An essence questioned, stories overthrown. Whites, painted in hues of unjust perception, Bear the weight of a flawed conception.…

My Cousin Elmo says, “Never make a woman fall for you, if you don’t intend on catching her.”

In the rugged backcountry of the Feather River area, where the wilderness met the unpredictable weather, I was part of a horseback search and rescue mission. The call had come urgently, a hiker lost in the vast expanse off Highway 70, and I, with my trusty horse, Hickory, embarked on a journey into the heart…

In shadows deep, where hope does fade, A tale unfolds of a world betrayed. Clinton, Bill, and Hillary’s dance, Arkancide whispers, a deadly trance. Enemies fall, threats veiled in dread, A web of deceit where darkness is spread. Definitions blurred, what is the ‘is’? In the corridors of power, truth finds abyss. Kennedy’s echo, another…

Looking back, I can recall AIDS activists shattering the doors of the National Institute of Health in 1990 in protests against Dr. Anthony Fauci. The same activists lit smoke bombs, carrying an effigy of Fauci’s head on a stick, brandishing coffins emblazoned with the phrase, “FUCK YOU FAUCI.” They accused Fauci of prioritizing Big Pharma’s…

My Cousin Elmo says, “Men will arrive in Heaven 30 minutes before women. It says in Revelation 8:1, ‘And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour.’”

The moor, with its misty expanses and windswept landscapes, seemed to echo with the whispers of the supernatural. Dartmoor, known for its rugged beauty and mysterious allure, had long been where reality and folklore intertwined. Inside the secluded, centuries-old Widecombe-in-the-Moor mansion perched on the edge of Dartmoor, a singular great room was held, shrouded in…

My Cousin Elmo says, “There’s always enough asphalt to make speed bumps, but never enough to fill potholes.”