Columns

Over the holiday season, I had inquiries asking if Santa Claus delivered my San Francisco 49ers George Kittle jersey.

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

This may be a lofty goal, but if I write it down it will help me stay focused. Keep me accountable. 

In the quiet darkness of a December morning, before the thick ribbon of bright pink sunrise expands, pulling the winter sun from the horizon line, there is a beautiful weight to the stillness. 

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

Dear Kelly, I received your letter, which I see you also published as your column last week. I bet the Carpenter loved that. You might want to hang some Mistletoe in your house.

Hey Big Guy, I hope this letter finds you jolly and that your reindeer are healthy and ready for the epic Christmas Eve world tour, where I know children anticipate your mysterious arrival and the subsequent leaving of presents. 

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

I looked in the closet. I looked under the bed. I searched the cupboards, the drawers, and the shelves. 

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…

His face said it all. Crushed.  Sad. Grateful. Lost. It was over. And with it, a very beautiful piece of his generous, joyful essence that I unabashedly adore. 

The following is a re-print of a past column by former Advertiser columnist Stephen Thorning, who…