Last week's tremor reminded the folks of the Golden State that they live on the edge of a cliff. But nothing will compare with Manny-being-Manny's arrival in Chavez Ravine.
With fresh, visceral images of past Category-5 hurricanes in our minds, many forecasters have predicted another active storm season for the Gulf Coast and Eastern Seaboard regions.
Is global warming a hazard to your health? Just ask Abdon Felix Garcia, a farm worker in California. Oh, wait! You can't, because he died on Wednesday after working in a vineyard in 108 degree heat.
From here on out, every weather calamity will arrive in a wrapper of unspoken dread: what if this event does not fit the old pattern?
Why should anyone think there was "mal-intent" by FEMA in holding a fake press conference and passing it off as real? It was just Bush administration business as usual. That's not mal-intent. It's just intent.
Writing a check for medical supplies is so businesslike, while giving a teddy bear is warm and fuzzy. It makes the giver feel good, which is the problem: Giving is not supposed to be about the giver.
On October 24, I published the blog Global Warming Not Behind SoCal Fires. Many readers disagreed passionately, and I found myself, a card-carrying Si...
My friends think I'm being paranoid, but watch for the developing silly gism of: Katrina is to California just as Iraq is to Iran.
BOSTON--Sunday's NYT runs a piece on California officials mulling changes in development strategies in the wake of this week's fires. Two nuggets: th...
Bush was in a rush to get out front on the wildfires for good reason. He still reels from the big hits that he took and continues to take for his comatose response to the Katrina disaster.
Our neighbors were staying put, but we were packing. I was torn on whether we were doing the right thing. Were we overreacting? Were we underreacting?
Everyone is commiserating and telling evacuation stories. We are the lucky ones. I feel guilty that my home is still intact when others have lost everything.
My mother called me from Ohio the other night, worried about the fires. She asked me if I was all right. "Sure," I told her. "I'm safe - I live i...
I am up after 2:00 a.m., not for gusting winds and the smell of smoke, although that is still thick in the air. This time it is the burning questions that have me wide awake.
Natural disasters, like wars, are fantastical traumas, the unimaginable made manifest in a torrent of destruction. But what happens after the initial trauma has past?
The radio was reporting more acreage, more homes chewed up by fire. The ash was blowing in wisps off my windshield wipers. And this man flicked a lighted cigarette out of his car.