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…
Adventure Maiden’s House
After we moved from San Pablo, when I was too young to remember (maybe I was two or three) we lived in a house built onto the hillside above El Cerrito, California, just south of The Arlington. The lower level was a garage. Stairs led to the front door – stairs I remember tumbling down, […] more…
The Long Shadow
It was late in the day; I was three years old. I saw my shadow ahead of me, so long, and it went past where my mother was walking. That shadow, so long and tall compared to my mother’s 5’9″ frame, made a deep impression on my psyche. With a start I realized it looked […] more…
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