The mid-August morning was exquisite. The mountains were clear, the dawn’s early light creating subtle red on the horizon. I had just put...

A Memory of My Brother’s Memoir, by Chris Rubel Micheal Rubel, my younger brother by seven years, died in October of 2007. I miss him!...

It took courage! In a room with three-hundred women and only forty men, this particular weekend seminar was not to be undertaken by wimpy...

The Feast of The Epiphany, 1993 He sat slumped in his old leather chair. He was exhausted. The heaviness of his Time on earth gave his...

I learned a lesson about fathering in 1956 at the Monolith Cement plant, in Tehachapi. As I write it is vivid to me. On Christmas Eve,...

Union Pacific Railroad is undertaking the movement and restoration of one of the world’s largest steam locomotives – the Big Boy No....

As a kid, my father took me to the radio studios sometimes. Hal Raynor, his radio name, was working for Joe Penner in those days, a radio...

An Ancient Ionaan Jewish Poem (or so Iona Dickinson and Butch Henderson say it is) When I die, if you need to weep, Cry for someone...

Herby wondered what it was. This Christmas, the most important gift of all was from his grandfather. It had arrived weeks before and was...

Flying from Cable Airport, Upland, on what began as a beautiful afternoon in November, I headed over The Cajon Pass to Victorville...

Leaving Catalina’s west end astern, Cliff Raynor headed for the Alamitos Bay Marina, Long Beach. The perfect week on a Cat Harbor mooring...

Sitting on the bench in the lush garden, the sun warming him, Hobbly Wobbly watched a squirrel jump from the tree to the trellis. It...

Spiritual revelations come most often when one least expects them. Taking time to remain on the varnished, wooden toilet seat in our...

Some years before sailing to the island, I read Herman Melville’s Typee. It was not my intention of putting in to the island. Rumors...

A rumpled human form occupied an old, tattered, once plush leather chair near the security windows of the ward. The lump looked like a...

"Breaker 19. Anyone got your ears on?" Coming right back to him from out of the desert night, Jessie heard a warm voice. The CB voice was...

My friend, Dr. Warren Bowen, often writes about famous people he’s known. I can’t compete, but I am able to come up with a few meetings...

In 2007, when I retired from my therapy practice, the church, and as an officer in The Jung Society of Claremont, I was given the gift of...