All clips written by Roger Coryell, owned by their publishers
When I moved to West County twelve years ago, dropping a load of yard trimmings at the Pocket Canyon transfer station cost $7. Today the minimum charge for the same vehicle, at the same gate, is $47. The per-ton rate over those twelve years has climbed roughly with inflation. The minimum has clim...
It was 1987. Vermont. I was young, dumb, and living with a woman whose Rottweiler was very pregnant.
It is small on paper but enormous in practice. It can turn an ordinary day into something you remember. It can make hard days survivable. It can loosen the grip…
Look, I appreciate the thought. I do. I know you care, I know you’re busy, and I know you bravely entered a HomeGoods during peak Mariah Carey season and survived.…
My extended family is big and messy and impossible to chart. Cousins I smoked dope with behind the toolshed. Nieces and nephews now raising their own kids. A whole other…
The year turns again. Another January arrives, crisp and clean. The hills are damp, the air smells of earth, and for a moment, the world feels quieter. I look at…
Why shop local? As the holidays approach, the lure of online shopping grows stronger. After all, who doesn’t love the idea of buying gifts in their pajamas at 2 a.m.,…
In the spirit of World Kindness Week, especially after navigating a highly polarizing election that felt reminiscent of the “may you live in interesting times” trope, it’s more important than…
In the wake of the March 1 sewage spill into the Russian River (about half the amount of liquid in an Olympic-size pool) and worries about agricultural runoff, I’ve had…