Daedalus Howell

The world is held together with duct tape and denial. The oceans are warming; billionaires are trying to colonize Mars; and half the country...

Some artists carry the cultural burden of their genius and mounting legacy. Ahem—not I. Having run through Elisabeth Kübler-Ross’ first four stages of grief as...

Petaluma’s annual El Día de los Muertos celebration turns 25 this year—a quarter-century of transforming the city into a glowing constellation of memory, art...

There are two quotes that describe my feelings on the future. The first comes courtesy of The Amazing Criswell’s dead-eyed introduction in filmmaker Ed Wood’s...

It’s that time of year again when Sonoma’s most adorable citizens take center stage—some furry, some feathered, all indubitably fabulous.  Pets Lifeline’s Critter Carnival returns...

Peace came dressed like a census taker clipboard in hand, mild mannered asking who still lives here and in what condition. It smelled of sunscreen and burnt coffee and...

There’s a reason authoritarian types go after the arts first. Fragile, underfunded, subjective as hell—it’s easier to remove the arts rather than reckon with...

When I was a kid in the ’70s and ’80s, they told us, “You can be anything you want.” Thus empowered, Sesame Street’s Big Bird...