Columns

It is with a heavy heart that I feel the need to comment on an apparent wave of racism, covert and overt, manifest in the Citizen’s for Windsor’s (CFW) movement against the Pomo Lytton band settling in the Urban Growth Boundary off of Windsor River Road between Starr Road and Eastside Road. I am not calling anyone in particular a racist because that is an assumption I cannot make, and yet the group’s narrative contains numerous racist messages. I will explain by putting CFW’s arguments in quotation marks.

Looking for a lost pet or a new four-legged friend? See the list of incoming strays and the selection of cats and dogs available for adoption from the Healdsburg Center for Animals.

A lament for a scrapped plan

Dine & Donate for Wallace House

While reading reports of calamitous invasions of hurricanes, floods and displacement of whole populations; attempting to track the directions of two world leaders bent on outdoing Mother Nature in threatening destruction of the planet, I find myself musing on a tiny beetle eating our zinnias.

“Real Newspapers, Real News” is the theme of this year’s National Newspaper Week (Oct. 1-7.) Indeed, there’s always been lots of “real” at newspapers. Real stories, real journalism, real work, real deadlines, real honesty, real facts, real changes and now, real threats.

We were at the coast. My favorite place to chill, to blank my brain and escape the busy, hectic life we all lead. As is the case with older men (meaning me) mother nature called; actually at my age she seems to have me on speed dial.

Tuesdays in the Plaza

Last winter, Robert contracted pneumonia. He was living outdoors — or “experiencing homelessness” as we delicately say nowadays. He got into the hospital, got a little better and was released.

Last weekend, I went to the hair salon to get some highlights. The guy that colors my hair is fabulous, in his early 30s, really sweet. We were gabbing about life, how my teens are liking their new school and our gossip drifted to the topic of social media. He uses it for his business, a necessity we all know in order compete and thrive professionally. And then the conversation turned personal. We joked around about how old we are and feel when it comes to comparing the world now and the world 20 years ago. And then he asked me a very interesting question.