PinnedGentry BronsoninThe Narrative ArcSinging Solo at Oakland ColiseumThe night I sang for thousands of people and brought together my passion for music and baseballNov 344Nov 344
PinnedGentry BronsoninAge of EmpathyDown the Bayou in New OrleansStand-up paddleboarding with the ghosts and gators in the Crescent CityOct 221Oct 221
PinnedGentry BronsoninThe Narrative ArcMy Life Was Changed by a Mysterious Health IssueI discovered my love for the ocean after a diagnosis altered my young lifeSep 563Sep 563
PinnedGentry BronsoninTravel MemoirsFinding Heaven and Hell in TurkeyI came close to death and a truck filled with chocolate returned me to lifeAug 728Aug 728
PinnedGentry BronsoninThe MemoiristI Played with the Saint John Coltrane Church in San FranciscoOn a musically and spiritually powerful Sunday in 1994, I became more than a pianistJul 2427Jul 2427
Gentry BronsoninThe Narrative ArcHow to Swim Across the Mississippi with a Broken ArmThe aimless teenage summer day we decided to cross the riverJun 2726Jun 2726
Gentry BronsoninThe RiffThe Story of “Hey Beautiful”How a San Francisco love affair became one of my most well-loved and favorite songsJun 611Jun 611
Gentry BronsoninTravel MemoirsThe Beauty and Danger of Diving in HondurasI found wonder and peril while learning to scuba dive on the island of UtilaMay 1527May 1527
Gentry BronsoninThe Narrative ArcWorking On the Waterfront in KenaiA summer of salmon when the sun barely set in AlaskaMay 127May 127
Gentry BronsoninThe MemoiristThe Final Time My Father Said, “Come on, Hit Me”When my dad’s PTSD collided with my traumatic youth and caused a family showdownApr 1612Apr 1612