A hike through a California forest reveals a plain truth about America’s past—and her future.
I don’t notice it at first. The trail is a carpet of clover-like sorrel, trillium, fairy bells, and redwood orchids. The burbling of the creek, the shadows of forest and ravine, cool and inviting, fill my senses. But every hundred feet or so I experience an unsettling sensation, a gentle pull from the forest, like the gravitational tug of a great mass. Giants lurk in the shadows, hiding behind the dense scrub of undergrowth. Every so often through the leafy shade I glimpse a cliff of gray—large, much too large for my Eastern sensibilities. Something is out of scale. That can’t be a tree. Even here in the American West, where everything is big, trees don’t grow as big as mountainsides.
One of the most memorable places I ever stayed was a little guesthouse in Mek’ele, Ethiopia. It was December, 2019, right about the time a novel coronavirus was claiming its first victim at a fish market in Wuhan, and about a year before Mek’ele was overrun by rebel Ethiopian forces who brutally rounded up the young men of military age and executed them while gleefully filming the murders with their cell phones.
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The sanctification ceremony of a Mucktu novice takes a turn when a legendary historical figure makes an unexpected appearance.
TALOS is the Star Trek of my retro-imagination, a collection of short stories I’m writing to my nine-year-old self back in 1972. It’s how I imagine life would really be…
A dozen different shades of lichen spot its surface, along with a clump of yellow moss it wears like a haughty sailor’s cap. Strands of old barbed-wire stick out threateningly from several of the ancient staples. This thing looks like a fierce, grizzled old warrior, ready to stab me and send me to the hospital with a fatal case of tetanus.
The act of transferring thoughts from the insubstantial vapor of our minds onto the real and tangible surface of a whiteboard sets into motion a mysterious cosmic power.
Many years ago I had a friend and colleague named Doug who was smart, talented, courageous, and loyal. I once worked with him on an important consulting project for almost…
Jeanne and I were six months into a three-year around-the-world journey when we were both struck down by a mysterious illness. Self-quarantining in an AirBNB in Colombo, Sri Lanka, we…
Watching the not-so-peaceful transition of power here in the USA reminds me of our time in Arabia when the Sultan of Oman unexpectedly died. At the time of his death…
