From the Mountains above the Applegate River

 I came away from the Oregon Shakespeare Festival's production of  Fannie  (see last week's post) with mixed feelings. Of course, I ...

      The Oregon Shakespeare Festival, in Ashland, Oregon, an hour's drive from my house,  is famous for outstanding productions,  not o...

      Last Saturday at 8:40 am my friend Greg Stanko and I started up the five-mile trail to the top of Mt. McLoughlin, Medford's own Ca...

    In early August I got a phone call from a former student, Karina, whom I had taught not in my college classes but in a multi-age class a...

     In Writing 122 classes at Rogue Community College and the University of Oregon, I taught how to write an argumentative paper: how to bu...

    While my son was growing up, I used to go with him to a nearby swimming hole. The water was deep and green, the rocks smooth for picnick...

    I know we're in a drought here in southern Oregon. I know it when I see maple leaves turning brown, not yellow and way too soon, loo...