Like the headwaters of a river, we are born into this world destined to float downhill where we will finally meet our […]
Halloween 2018 became a nightmarish, blood-curdling horror story—a story I have yet to share publicly. And I won’t share all of […]
Despite the endless coffee stain, it was the magic of family and friends that kept 2018’s light burning. So this is a thank you to a long list of kind people who have made a difference during my personally challenged moments.
At a time when our 24 hour news cycle broadcasts little joy, the enthusiasm of the volunteers who came to do nothing but pick up other people’s trash and garbage, shed a certain kind of light to blot out all the negative headlines of the day. At our locale, most volunteers were locals— some partnered with a friend or family, and some represented local groups. Visitors from Livermore and San Jose, (both cities about 200 miles north of San Simeon) also joined in the effort to keep our wastes from slipping into the Pacific Ocean.
And our planet’s modifier is in trouble. It’s a Neptune 911 crisis. What can we do to combat our ocean’s struggle with marine debris, hypoxia and acidification? The answers are found in university labs, recognized in world organizations, and ignored by feckless politicians and leaders.
Joy is always found in the beauty of a sunflower, the song of the sea, and the glory of trees rising toward the sun. Nature is joy’s greatest harbinger.
–As seen on Thrive Global by Charmaine Coimbra “Compassion is a more empowered state and more than an empathetic response to […]
Politics aside, my concern over the rollback of national monument designations is the potential (and likely) loss of history, environment and open space — open space that does not include the scars of mining, logging, and drilling.
Children between the ages of 8 and 14 spend an average of just over four hours on screen media, according to the 2017 The Common Sense Census. While their technology skills likely out perform mine, they are also at risk for obesity, lack of sleep and reduced performance in school. Which is one of the precise reasons why a few Central Coast cyclists have a dream — get more Central Coast youth involved with cycling and trained to compete in the National Interscholastic Cycling Association (NICA) — a program that offers interscholastic mountain biking programs for student-athletes across the United States.
A few years back, a man of Filipino heritage, a licensed pharmacist, purchased a local drug store. An elderly woman, clearly of Caucasian heritage, approached this pharmacist with a rant about how she was sick and tired of “all you Chinamen taking our jobs.”