native americans

Jogging up a wide path in the city park after an intense meditation at streamside, I spot a large animal leisurely walking away about 200 meters away. It’s the size…

Soon after I left my family in Michigan and moved to California at 20, I went on a memorable 4-night backpacking trip with the Sierra Club into the High Sierras.…

Though the fog hadn’t burned off as it neared mid-afternoon, I hiked up-canyon beside the same stream that runs through town. The path is named the “Yahi Trail,” after the…

America has never felt like home to me. Now it doesn’t feel like home to millions of other Americans, whether they were born here as I was or not. Forget…

A homeless fellow has been encamped across from the meditation spot along Little Chico Creek, which only a few years ago marked the periphery of this town.

Despite the chill, damp and heavy, rain-bearing clouds, I manage a not too uncomfortable hour-long sitting a quarter mile downstream from Cedar Grove. It’s a strange thing to take a…

For many years, I thought the American vice (which most of my countrymen still call a virtue) of having things both ways sprang from the mind of Alexander Hamilton, not…

Overhanging the gorge are great angular outcroppings of volcanic rock—solid and sharp-edged protrusions from some long-ago eruption of Lassen or some other volcano in the area.