On Walking and Resolutions.

At 3:00 in the afternoon on New Year’s Day, my FitBit tracker read a measly 785 steps. After a couple weeks of morning walks with my college roommate Linda, who was visiting and encouraged me with texts that went, What amazing place will we walk to today, I was close to failing to rack up…

September in the Rear View.

September’s come and gone. How did that happen? I blame it on Mark Twain. My head was down all month, re-living his escapades in Hawaii. I poured through his 25 dispatches for the Sacramento Union. I dug into his notebooks and letters. I scoured a gem of a book–Mark Twain and Hawaii–by Walter Francis Frear….

An Afternoon of Monk Seal—and People—Watching

By the time I get to the remote end of a North Shore beach where two Hawaiian monk seals are hauled out, there are already three naked people under the heliotrope tree where I usually sit. But they’re nice, offer me a piece of their Peruvian fruit, yacón, and report the seals galumphed onto the…