Encounter with an Ancestor: Mickey Muennig While mushroom hunting with friends in the Berkeley Hills, I got a call from my neighbor Misha. Her father, whom I had met briefly at his epic homestead on the California Coast, needed to sell a house he owned in Mexico, and the related
For the last six months, I’ve worked for a Skilled Nursing Facility, managing medications and miscellaneous other tasks for around sixteen residents at a time. It’s not unusual for a single resident to demand constant attention. I can think of six residents who would certainly appreciate all-day accompaniment,
I met John Perry Barlow in 2015 when he moved into the backyard bungalow behind the house where I lived in Palo Alto. My landlord Rob, a die-hard deadhead, had offered the Grateful Dead lyricist a 1992-era rent rate, and John Perry was glad to accept. At the time, he
Folks who saw this project’s first post saw that my commitment to share a story on nine of each year’s full moons would leave three (sometimes four) full moons per year with no story. This is for grace, margin, and whimsy, leaving room for something else, like this,
During my first year at Stanford, I didn’t know what to study, so I took some pre-med courses, just in case doctoring might be in my future – I’d been told that it would be easier to take these courses sooner rather than later – and I asked people about
After going to college in California, I moved to an ecovillage in Appalachia for a while, getting my feet back on the ground. I lived in three different houses in the span of a year,then landed in a three-story house that was then called the Tribal Condo, with two
For the last 114 consecutive new moons, I've emailed a list of people that started at three dozen and now includes eleven dozen people. This slow, steady project has been a delightful way to keep in touch with the folks who want to receive these "poemails,"