I remember the significant outcry in 2016 when Colin Kaepernick took a knee during the National Anthem, protesting racial injustice. The nerve of an athlete using his knee to desecrate our beloved anthem, many said.  Last year, a video showed  a police officer planting his knee on George Floyd's neck, suffocating him to death. The victim was a troublemaker,  said many of the same people irate with Kaepernick.  This year,  one of the rioters storming the Capitol, bending over if not quite kneeling, used an American flag pole to beat a police officer nearly to death.  The rioter was protesting the results of an election.  The response I heard  from a vast number of “patriots" was an eerie, haunting silence.    ​

​​Mr. French's manner of story telling is unique and his writing masterful and precise. I feel I'm being mesmerized bass I read- if that can be possible - as if I'm watching a painting being made, brush strokes by brush stroke. His style is invisible, he is not standing between the reader and the story. And the story seems to materialize out of itself.
 
 Mr. French's #1 talent as a writer is his way of generating living, breathing characters. I became aware of his flair for this about half way through the book. I had been reflecting upon what I had just read when I realized that I have a high definition image of the main character, Brit, and that I have no recollection of reading lengthy passages that describe her in such fine detail. My dawning was this:  she was assembled by me from lots of little pieces, unrelated quirks, gestures, stray thoughts. Perhaps this is the same mechanism that we use when we come to "know" someone, that we form a composite from the bits and pieces of what we observe. Here we areaquainted with High School seniors in the process of sifting and solidifying the traits that will define their future roles. The readers are on a parallel course with that of the characters, we are aquiring an ever increasing detailed image of them as they gain deeper understanding of themselves. In one memorable scene, we become more familiar with Nathan through the eyes of Brit as she clandestinely surveys the contents of his bedroom through a closed window. His possessions help us to understand the diverse factors influencing his internal make up, subtle hints ,that become obvious with hindsight , of the ingredients that will flavor his unfolding personality disorders.  Here, Mr. French's fluid manner of description is cinematic, successfully emulating that of Hitchcock in the opening scene of Rear Window.
 
 Cliffhanger is a purely fun-to-read novel. We become witness to aspects of average American High School life coalesce into a promise of a greater future, one that they will play a part in designing.
 

​Dear friends in Santa Fe, Santa Barbara, and oceans beyond,
Like many of you, we celebrate this holiday without family members’ ringing voices and inimitable smiles.  It was lonely but still okay.   Here are our musings after a turbulent year that challenged almost everyone's assumptions about daily life:     
This is the first year in 51 years together that we haven’t traveled somewhere new in the world, leaving a vacuum filled with long walks and swimming, movies, books, and other small pleasures that have become an oasis of comfort.  Some grateful highlights that have preserved sanity:   
Favorite streaming drama:  The Queen’s Gambit (Netflix)
Favorite documentary:  The Octopus Teacher
Favorite nature book:  Trees of the World (Tomas Micek)
Favorite food: Anything cooked on a Kamado Joe grill
Favorite non-profits:   Food Depot & Foodbank, Dollars4Schools, Fair Fight, and all environmental and wildlife non-profits. 
Favorite fantasy:  When Covid finally subsides, there is less reliance on virtual reality, and we reclaim some humanistic values from previous decades.
Favorite political wish:  The end of polarization and, finally, a coordinated global effort to clean up the environment.
Favorite digression:  ping pong.
Favorite  novelty:  feeding feral cats, possums, skunks and raccoons that live in our nearby ravine.
Favorite lesson from the pandemic:  No one is more important  than anyone else.
 

Most of all, 2020 has allowed us time to reflect on memories of you, and to recognize how important each of you are in our lives. This year has been hard for so many in the world—especially those without financial savings or resources.  And, like many of you, we reflect on losing some of our close friends.  As long as memory survives, good friendships never die.

Tidings of Gratitude and Hope

Pat and Michael

​​Attenborough’s  life has been a lens on the fragile beauty of nature and the struggle to maintain  biodiversity. As our population has grown from two billion to over seven billion, the  planet’s wilderness acreage has shrunk from about 70% in the  late 1950s, when Attenborough began exploring terra incognito, to 30% today. Over three trillion trees were logged or just destroyed.  Along with fewer trees, the oceans can no longer absorb the tons of carbon dioxide we emit.  

Old news does not mean irrelevant news.  Old news means it’s more relevant than ever.  If Earth were humanity's collective spouse, we would all be in prison for negligence and gross abuse.  Escaping a death sentence means  changing our behavior, our values, and our management of resources. We’ve already started. We should all feel proud.  Now for the disappointing news—we have so, so far to go.

 In fighting COVID-19, in learning how difficult a lifestyle change can be, most of us have come to believe in the efficacy  of sacrifice.  My wife tells me that repurposing the planet will require 7 billion heroes doing whatever they can.  If we each choose to do just one thing consistently, like picking up trash on the roadside, eating way more plant-based foods, finding the money to back environmental initiatives, consuming food grown on a fraction of the land farms use today (re: study the Netherlands), and cutting  our use of  plastics and fossils fuels, we will start a tsunami of hope.  Remember the nuclear disaster of  Chernobyl in the 1980s, and then see aerial shots of the city today. Humans are still forbidden to come near, but animals, trees and plants flourish mightily like a window on the future.

​His first love, adult and young adult fiction, tackles diverse subjects from the world of horse racing to politics, focusing on characters as much as a page-turning plot.  His novel, Abingdon's, was a bestseller and a Literary Guild Alternate Selection. His young adult novel, Pursuit, was awarded the California Young Reader Medal.  He has also co-written two screenplays for Amazon Prime.


Receiving his Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford University, he focused on creative writing and studied under Wallace Stegner. He received a Master's degree in journalism from Northwestern University.  He later served in the United States Army before marrying Patricia Goodkind, an educator and entrepreneur, and starting a family. Working under his wife, Patricia, ten years ago they created a non-profit foundation, Dollar4Schools, which continues  helping support  Santa Fe public schools and its  teachers.  


An avid trekker and traveler to developing countries, French loves diving and snorkeling, and for the last decade began studying  endangered marine and land mammals.   He believes climate change is currently the world’s greatest long-term problem.


He and  Patricia divide their time between Santa Barbara, California, and Santa Fe, New Mexico. 
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I have a modest proposal in our age of ever-deepening polarization.   My proposal is based on the idea of breaking bread with strangers, like the Pilgrims did with the Wampanoag tribe at Plymouth Colony. In the spirt of the First Thanksgiving, dwell on this for a minute. When Covid finally goes away, two coalitions (maybe  three hundred folks each), are formed, each composed of volunteers who think of  themselves as open-minded.  One coalition is made up  entirely of Progressives, while the second is entirely Conservatives. The two sides agree on a three monthlong period to get to know each other as human beings, not stereotypes—and in a very specific way.  Basic   organizational skills are required, as are cooking skills.  The Progressives invite small groups of Conservatives into their homes for dinner and the Conservatives invite Progressives into their homes for a hot meal. One glass of wine only. Politics cannot be discussed, if at all, until dessert in served.


 Over the years,i have seen more conflicts and disputes dissipate or even go away over delicious food and the accompanying hospitality.  Simple, yes.  Corny, not really.  Difficult to pull off?  Only if no one is serious about healing political wounds that are bleeding our democracy dry.