There’s something telling in the fact that the White House press office assigned “spokesman” Davis Ingle, currently number eight out of 11 in the White House press corps depth chart, and all of 26 years old, to inform the global public that President Trump no... Continue
Letter From The Editor
In the late 1960s, as a junior reporter in Washington, D.C., I had the great good fortune of living in an apartment, at the intersection of 23rd and G Streets Northwest, about a 15-minute walk from the Lincoln Memorial and the now infamous reflecting pool... Continue
Like a lot of journalists navigating the evolving digital landscape, I found myself out of a job after Whole Earth, the national magazine for which I was publisher, closed its doors in 2003. The offices were in the historic Dollar Mansion, also known as the... Continue
During the Indiana chapter of my boyhood there was a deep gorge that channeled the East Fork of the Whitewater River through the middle of town. And in that gorge, on the banks of that river, there was an enormous, abandoned, multi-storied brick warehouse where,... Continue
On January 17, 2025 – three days before Donald Trump was inaugurated for the second time as President of the United States, a Trump bitcoin – called a $Trump – was released in the cryptosphere, hosted on the Solana blockchain platform. One billion coins were... Continue
The relentless rain that is pebbling the skylight over my Glen Ellen desk is both a welcome relief and an annoying distraction. A relief because, in this climate change-driven world, fresh water becomes a more precious resource every year, and annoying because the rain was... Continue
The cover on this issue of the Sun caused some discomfort, among our own staff. Too sensational, too scary, too much out of context. All of that is to some extent true. But in my view necessary. In October, 2017, the Nuns fire burst out... Continue
As Donald Trump basks in the glow of his unauthorized assault on Iran, countless victims of his alleged illegal assaults against women are publicly wondering if the Middle East war he has started is not a diversion from the one he can’t escape at home. ... Continue
Sonoma Creek falls out of Sugarloaf State Park, wanders across the Valley floor and slides down the narrow canyon framing Warm Springs Road, past the first house I owned anywhere. The backyard of that house looked down on the creek, through a picket fence of... Continue
The proverbial frog-in-the-pot is toast, a wafer of black carbon, a skeletal memory of it’s original form. We watched it shrink as the water boiled away, then we wondered if it would snap back to life before the heat shriveled the carcass. Maybe the frog... Continue