The Northern California fires have hit close to home. One of the employees of our local hospital lost his house and all the family possessions on Sunday. Other friends are taking in families who have lost everything. Every one of these statistics has a personal story attached: Valley fire (as of September 16, 7:00 a.m.)
On June 12, 1965 I walked across the stage at U.C. Santa Barbara to receive my diploma and met my long-lost father. I hadn’t seen him since I was six years old, but I knew it was him. I hadn’t heard anything about him since he escaped from Camarillo State Mental Hospital. When I looked
Erin Kelly, the Social Justice Editor of the Good Men Project, is concerned about the increasing negativity we all are experiencing in our lives and in our world. “Work, home and family can be stressful,” she says. “It can be so stressful that we feel like we’re swimming in a sea of negativity with no
I can’t tell you my perspective about psychoactive drugs without being honest about my own drug use over the years. The first drug I tried was at age seven when my parents served me wine on a Friday night as part of a Jewish Seder. Drinking a little wine as part of a meal was
Like many people I have been following the case of Freddie Gray, 25 year-old young man who died while in police custody in Baltimore, Maryland. Seeing film of him being arrested and being placed in the police van, made my heart ache. The arresting officers seemed like they were hoisting a bag of potatoes into
I still remember meeting Dr. Jason Bradford on October 18, 2004 when he organized a showing of the film “End of Suburbia” at the Willits Environmental Center. About 20 people came, including the mayor, another city council member, and a local reporter. After the film we sat in a large circle and had a lengthy,
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