California Dreaming

A Moment's Respite from the War

Thank you for your patience, dear friends; I took a desperately-needed break.

I was sick to death - like, existentially sick, soul-sick — from four years of standing at the abyss of what at times seems like the Devil’s Own Canyon, peering into its depths, and describing its emerging, florid horrors flooding by without cease.

My life as a reporter and cu…