Poetry is to language what a fine brandy is to grape juice. It is refined, distilled, and concentrated. It has strength and potency and at the same time it’s subtle. A poem invites deliberate contemplation and promises to tantalize, awaken, satisfy and warm and, at...
My grandparents never completely let go of the Great Depression. Mistrust of banks, obsessive frugality and a pervasive hyper-vigilance persisted for the rest of their lives-which in my Grandmother’s case extended well into the 1990s. The Great Depression,...
“Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grind-stone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an...
Since 2018, the folks I work with and I have been engaged in a project that could, if it is successful, have transformative impact on a community. The city of Lompoc (as you pronounce it in your mind, the second O is long like POKE), sits up against the central coast...
Let’s start with this: Even though I’ve spent the better part of the last century playing around with it, I don’t think there is anything special called “Immersive Entertainment”. Honestly, this is the most blatant kind of industry self-aggrandizing jargon. With all...
I was born in Muskegon Michigan, just a few miles from Lake Michigan and am the 4th of 5 children. My parents set the bar for each of us in our lives ahead! Dad who was a Navy veteran, worked for the State Highway Department, did all of our cooking, mom also a Navy...