You may have missed this, but Marin County Parks has unveiled its new technology-based way of counting visitors to 10 of its open space roads and trails. The agency has Eco-Counter devices that track the number of people, cyclists and horses that traverse its land. The infrared-based counter…
Intriguing that the word “family” comes from the Latin word familia referring to “a household of slaves or servants.” It is a decidedly NOT sentimental way to think of your relatives. But, oddly enough, it’s the perfect metaphor.
There is no meaningful definition of a human, interpersonal relationship that does not include accountability. If what I want is a meaningful, interdependent, mutually beneficial communion with you, then that must include a more or less perpetual willingness on my part to account when an acc…
People often ask, “Where do you get your column ideas?” I say, “None of your business.” No, I’m kidding, but I have to admit I don’t invent most of my column topics. I’m lazy so I use the newspaper.
God, I’m tweeting you because that thunderous voice hurts my eardrums. Rude. I understand you don’t tweet, maybe ’cause you have no hands. Have someone read this to you. No answer necessary, just nod agreement.
Patients in therapy tell unhappy stories about relationships with their mothers and fathers. They grieve the past. They feel the burden of the past in the present. They are uncertain of the future.
There are many “arenas of intimacy.” Intimacy with the nature, for example, is the conscious and intentional ways we realize our dependence on air, water, soil, and the animals, the way we celebrate and enjoy participating in creation, helping things live and grow. Religious folks talk about intimacy with God. There is the intimacy of family, friends, and mates.
In the past, the Bay was an exceptionally rich environment for wildlife. San Francisco Bay is part of the Bay-Delta estuary, where fresh river water mixes with salty ocean tides. This creates multiple diverse ecosystems that sustain a variety of fish, birds, seals and other mammals, as well as other creatures large and small that live in water, amid wetlands, and along the shore.
Making New Year’s resolutions is a lonely business. You can create lists, have discussions with friends and read celebrities’ vows on the Internet. But you make or break promises to yourself on your own.
We are made for relationship. We are social animals. Yet, we are ambivalent about intimacy: We seek it, we shun it, we long for it, we dodge it. We need it. A whole and authentic life is marked by the ability to forge lasting, intimate relationships.
I grew up with my paternal grandparents maybe 20 minutes away by car. I spent hours and hours with them. Imagining. Pretending. Climbing the huge, ancient grapefruit tree. They sent me to Vacation Bible School at their church, and I made a “Trust in the Lord” plaque
I was born on a Friday in the blaze of an Arizona summer afternoon. 60 years later, it’s the wee hours of a Tuesday morning in the chilly travail of winter. Today is Isaac’s birthday. Not mine.
This letter isn’t political. It’s not about federal policy. I don’t pretend to know what to do about budgets, the tax code, immigration, etc. I claim no expertise in such discussions.
Using a cell phone while driving — however briefly — is a roadway hazard. Period. Any law that makes it easier for cops to crack down on the practice is entirely good by me.
Last year had many beer highlights including beer fests and Marin breweries winning awards. Expect more beer events this year, as well as exciting brewery collaborations starting with an event in February.
Now in its 10th year, the Sausalito Gingerbread House Tour and Competition sponsored by the Chamber of Commerce is a visual delight and a terrific excuse to wander the streets of Sausalito, shopping and sipping along the way! A record-breaking 36 businesses are participating in the tour this year – restaurants and retail shops, professional business offices and local attractions like the Bay Model – and will all be competing for awards, hoping to secure the coveted “People’s Choice.”
You first feel the breeze of it a few days before Halloween. Like that subtle sense that the barometer is dropping. Like a tide is ever so slightly beginning to turn. Something changes in the air. Excitement dances with dread.
The older I get the more that process looks like the old storybook image of a little boy kneeling at his bedside listing all things that came in his path that day:
I’ve just been told it’s time “to bind the wounds of division.” The man who told me this just became our 45th president in large part due to his singular, unprecedented genius for provoking and exploiting division. So you’ll pardon me if I’m near paralyzed by the irony.
Wee dawn. The airplane rages down the runway toward a Mojave Desert sunrise beckoning orange and purple and other colors of hope. To this day I retain a boyish fascination with aircraft, face plastered against the window, still astonished that metal can fly.
Steven Kalas writes a weekly column for Marinscope Community Newspapers. He is an author, therapist and Episcopal priest. He will field questions from readers. You can reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Well, certainly committed. Powerfully, even savagely committed. His family is not merely Mediterranean, but Old World Mediterranean. Each member of this family would, in turn, lay down in front of a train for the other. Take a bullet for the other. The bonds of “Old World Mediterranean” families are stunning, really. (See “My Big Fat Greek Wedding.”)
‘So you’ve got this crazy system where all of a sudden 25 million more people have health care and then the people who are out there busting it, sometimes 60 hours a week, wind up with their premiums doubled and their coverage cut in half. It’s the craziest thing in the world.’
I just returned from watching the current career biographical film on the Beatles, and it suddenly struck me. These four long-haired musicians, these four guys who entertained us and, through their music and social commentary, became our voice, were in every sense of the word us.
I seem to be on a tear lately of jumping headlong into the deep end of pools of my ignorance. Activities and endeavors about which I know nothing. Such as learning to dance. Getting clobbered in chess by my 14-year-old son. Skeet shooting.
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