If you’ve read any of my blogs, you know that I love history. I love learning from what happened and looking for ways to apply those history lessons to my current attempt at navigating the present. Honestly, there are times when I go after historical facts and come away with only the benefit of understanding or discovering a new foundation of respect for something. For example, the past blogs where I’ve looked into the history of our beautiful Temecula Valley. The trove of fu

You didn’t miss it! The 2026 Temecula Balloon and Wine Festival didn’t happen! I did some snooping around to find out the reason why. As usual, my curiosity took me in a direction I didn’t expect. The simple answer is the promoter had financial issues. The fun answer is, you’re going to love what I discovered while looking into the festival that wasn't that came from what was.

Who are the honored in the Temecula Valley? Look closer and you’ll see another underlying theme. It’s a theme that belongs not to the attraction but to the attracted. These neighbors, who were attracted to the Temecula Valley, carry the fingerprints of warriors.

Just in time for Mother's Day, some real-world, practical encouragement for moms that comes straight from the timeless pages of the Bible.

I love the Temecula Valley so much. I ALWAYS assume there is some kind of root in Temecula's hidden history that makes it the perfect place to live the American Dream. I began to look for a connection between Temecula, Cinco de Mayo, Artemis, or NASA. That's when I found Liam Kennedy.

For me, stories about communities or individuals facing insurmountable obstacles, yet still rising to greatness through faith and determination are deeply moving. As I was enjoying a casual read through the history of James Garfield, America’s 20th President, I found parallels to the history of the city I love, Temecula, CA, that reminded me of what faith, hard work, and perseverance can accomplish.

I love Jesus. I love my wife. I love history. And I love sports (especially football). A week or so ago I was reading about a discovery of some ancient history at the Dinosaur National Monument in Utah. Apparently a parking lot was being replaced when the workers stumbled on approximately 3000 pounds of fossils. Apparently most of them belonged to a species named the Diplodocus. I wondered to myself, how do they know that? I mean how does all of that dirt and soot get remove