By Dan Haag My high school guidance counselor said that the key to gainful employment was filling out as many job applications as possible, treating it as exploration. Theoretically, I would have…
Category: Guest Column
The Littoral Life: Service, please
By Dan Haag During my freshman year of high school, my theology teacher was a decidedly “unpriest-like” priest named Brother John. He always wore jeans and a ratty sweater that did its…
The Littoral Life: Facebook Face-Off
By Dan Haag Recently, I had the opportunity to reconnect with an old friend on Facebook and I came to realize what many before me had: sometimes you can’t go home again….
The Littoral Life: A Holiday Ode to the Manzanita Visitors Center (with sincerest apologies to any living relatives of Clement Clarke Moore)
By Dan Haag Twas a few weeks before Christmas, along the north coast, And no wind was stirring, which was just fine by most. Restaurants and shops were readied with care, In…
The Littoral Life: Once a Soldier
By Dan Haag December 7th was the day that changed my grandfather’s life forever. Life was put on hold and in the blink of an eye he became a soldier. Things like…
The Littoral Life: Over the River and Through the Woods
By Dan Haag Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. Beyond the endless platters of food and drink, it’s the one holiday where family strives to get together and enjoy each other’s…
The Littoral Life: Whatever Floats Your Goat
By Dan Haag As the calendar turned to November, a magical switch flipped and the weather became painfully familiar. Rain and wind kept us inside most of the first few days after…
The Littoral Life: An Open Letter to White Men
By Dan Haag Dear white men, Look at the news: racial tension, hostile politics, gun violence and sexual predation are just a few of our recent greatest hits. You’re not going to…
The Littoral Life: What Might Have Been
By Dan Haag Another blood-spattered street. Another incredulous family member claiming “we never saw this coming.” Another impromptu memorial fence filling up with stuffed animals, candles and balloons. It’s all too familiar,…
The Littoral Life: We’ll Always Have Summerland Key
By Dan Haag “I’m moving to the Florida Keys,” I said out of nowhere. My roommate shrugged and turned up the volume on the television. “Leave me the rent,” he said. Not…
