The Path to Tranquility Goes Through Pomona

A Buddhist Monastery Just Off the 10 Freeway Is My Place to Reflect, Meditate, and Just Breathe

A stone lion, a protector from negativity and a talisman against evil spirits, sits in front of the Middle Land Chan Monastery in Pomona, about 30 miles east of downtown Los Angeles. Surrounded by small, single-family, cookie-cutter homes and a stone’s throw away from the 10 Freeway, Middle Land feels far away from the busyness of the city.

Beyond hearing birds chirp among a grove of trees or wind rustling the leaves, it’s quiet at the monastery. It’s a place for seekers of peace and tranquility and where I go to …

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Watch Out for the Coyote Near the Ninth Hole!

Quirky Yet Welcoming, the Rancho Park Golf Course Reminds Me Why I Live in L.A.

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You Can Find My Poetry Tribe in Leimert Park

Wednesday Is Open Mic Night at the World Stage, Where I’ve Been a Regular Since 1992

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My Life as a Mississippi River Rat

A Half Century Spent On, In, and Around Our Most All-American Body of Water

The first time I saw the Mississippi River was almost certainly from a bridge, when I was a child, looking through the backseat window of a Volkswagen bus. It was …