I thought I went to Texas
Sometimes adults just don’t understand children. Texas is a state of mind. It doesn’t matter how long it takes to get there. more…
Contraband Song
I have few childhood memories of being in a church. My father took my sister and I to a Presbyterian Church for a few weeks. I was bored. He gave us each a dime – always a dime – to add to the collection dish when it came around. But though he was willing to […] more…
The Old Abandoned Tractor
An old abandoned tractor sat in the field behind our home in San Pablo. It was beyond the backyard fence, between our house on Willets Drive, and the freeway. more…
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