Raz

In the woods my imagination runs wild, pondering what transpired on these age-old trails way back when, in another time, possibly another dimension. I…

What is it about bikes that bonds people as tight as family ties? Cyclists come in all shapes, sizes and forms. There are cyclists who ride for fitness. …

Ah, this time of the year we need to chill, reflect, remember, and dream of our days chasing the horizon. Lost in a sea of endorphins, the waterfall of…

I’ve written a screenplay called My Sister is a Reptilian Shape-Shifter and a young adult novel where the prodigy young female protagonist can see the world…

Ah, a New Year! Time to reflect and tell old stories. I’ve been a storyteller for as long as I can remember. When I started to write for the local newspaper…

Despite the dampness, dark and cold, I moved into the basement bedroom in search of privacy and the sense of independence as soon as my older brother headed…

Despite forecasts of relentless rain for the weekend, blue skies glow through a long sun break as I roll to a stop along the Middle Fork Trail amid the roar of…

Rounding a slight bend in the logging road miles from anywhere and anyone in Oregon’s Coastal Range, gravel crunching beneath my mountain bike’s fat knobby…

For the most part Oregonians never allow weather to derail adventure. But every now and then, Mother Nature spits out a bit too much rain with the temperature…

Growing up fourth in a family of five kids in the late ‘60s — the third boy, no less — my life pretty much revolved around hand-me-downs. Not so much in…