Comes a time when a fella needs to decide whether to keep pumping money into his 19-year-old truck or to ply the Covid-constipated California...

It was my day to visit Healdsburg, and the drive up from Sebastopol was pleasant enough. I took the Healdsburg Avenue exit off Hwy...

The secret lives of cats Cats are the best pets, for many proven, fact-based reasons, but their alter egos, known only to their human owners,...

Out on a limb in Outer Sebtown I was up on the platform in the old redwood tree the other afternoon, drinking a pickle-juice beer...

Marijuana musings I’m a hippie survivalist. I came of age in the late ’70s/early ’80s, experimenting with weed and going to Grateful Dead shows while...

I love Sebastopol. How could I not? I live a couple of miles from downtown, in a glass house in an apple orchard. With...

SEBARTS The Center offers a full local arts schedule, all year long. I love Sebastopol. How could I not? I live a couple of miles...

Things aren’t always what they seem. Take the desert, for instance. Some people—most, perhaps—see it as ugly, barren and dangerous. But to me it...