. A blogumn by Jeff Rogers “Out here we grow amunds. ‘Almonds’ are what we sell.” Lou’s giving me the tour. “This year the birds got ‘em all. Wasn’t worth knockin’ one tree.” Past the almond groves their acreage ends at the edge of a tree-filled canyon. Successive ridges of oak-dotted yellow hills climb to [...]

. A blogumn by Jeff Rogers Folding chairs in rows in a high school gym in Kalamazoo, Michigan in about 1968. I would have been about five. A portable movie screen on rickety legs, one of my first experiences seeing a movie out in the world, and it was a black and white documentary. My [...]

. A blogumn by Jeff Rogers The screen door clatters under my knock. I stand at the side door under a drapery of morning glories and read the walk sheet: 74 Female. The white woman with silver hair who appears out of the dimness in her flower-print blouse with built-in scarf, her smile bright and [...]