Paris, I confess I don’t really get you. I mean, it’s amazing being here, walking your cobblestone streets, taking in the sights and sounds. Your language is beautiful, melodic, and silky, so much so that I’m embarrassed when I try...

Steep Ravine 50K I opened the new year with a 50K warmup in mind for April’s American River 50, so I signed up to run Steep Ravine, which was a nice romp through Stinson Beach up to the top of...

To be honest? This year felt a little like autopilot. Like I was caught dealing with Life as it happened, doing a zillion different things (like I always do) and realizing that I needed to catch up with the changes....

One thing I like about volunteering with RBO is the chance to meet up with kids from all different parts of Oakland. This year I was paired up with S, a kid from the Fruitvale district attending a local charter...

Mike calls me out of the blue. I pick up the receiver to a sonic wave of grief. They shot my baby, he wails, they took my girl. You loved her a lot, I offer, the words stumbling out of...

Years have passed since I’ve last written about Mike. I see him every once in awhile in Berkeley, still. I think about him from time to time – wonder how he’s doing. I catch him out the corner of my eye...