Just another day in May, and the day my father Norman was born. As it happens, he was given an unusual gift on one of his birthdays, a copy of The Globe, a New York City newspaper printed on the day of his birth. The... Continue
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Hilary Campbell is a New Yorker magazine cartoonist, humorist and author who just happens to have been born and raised in Sonoma. Continue
I live in two worlds. One side is pictures of smoldering rubble and bombed out concrete buildings in Iran, Ukraine, Gaza. The other is a 320-foot rocket hurtling into space for a trip around the moon. The first makes me sad, promotes nihilism in my... Continue
For most of my adult life I avoided sadness. I didn’t cry much and tried to stay positive, and when trouble did arise, I’d adopt a stoic attitude and set my feelings aside. While I didn’t believe the purpose of life was to be happy,... Continue
Most of us have some experience of removing ourselves from reality. Maybe we lose track of time while immersed in a project. Sometimes we can’t find our sunglasses, even when they’re on top of our head! We dissociate or detach from reality in small or... Continue
I graduated from the Minneapolis College of Art and Design in 1979 at the age of 27, with dreams of becoming a famous fashion designer. Those dreams never came true. On to Los Angeles and struggling to get into the world of film and TV.... Continue
It happened in broad daylight on Good Friday afternoon. Two, maybe four hundred feet above First Street East in Sonoma. A drone. Yep. Hovering. Reconnoitering the Plaza?? Sure looked like it. Small. White. Silent. Ominous. Sun twinkled off its whirling propellers. It lingered, rocking to-and-fro,... 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
We think in linear terms, creating straight lines between cause and effect. Buddhists call it Karma. The universe, however, has no straight lines; everything in spacetime travels a curved path. Moreover, the curved paths intersect and influence each other, producing complex levels of uncertainty that... Continue
How did you become who you are? We all start as a nameless soup of chemicals, some self-catalyzing. For all the characteristics we share as living beings, each of us are nonetheless individuals with our own quirks and characteristics. The better we get to know... Continue