Category Archives: Autobiography

Sandy1

I wish I could say that I fell for the bait of a sexy older woman. But Sandy was not particularly sexy. Her face was rather mannish and her body long-limbed like one of those solid looking female swimmers. She probably would have been a good athlete if she had given it some effort when […]

PaperArt

Sandy always told me that I wrote too much about myself. That I should look outward more often and inward less often. She was right, as she usually was, about me anyway. It was part of the reason we had been together for ten years, people don’t stay together unless they need each other. We […]

Pedro 2

  The first week Star Wars came out, Pedro went to see it 5 times at his local theater in the Bronx. He must have been about 22 at the time. This seems odd to me because I was about 16 at the time and never went to see Star Wars once because I thought […]

Pedro2

  The first week Star Wars came out, Pedro went to see it 5 times at his local theater in the Bronx. He must have been about 22 at the time. This seems odd to me because I was about 16 at the time and never went to see Star Wars once because I thought […]

The Woods

When I lived in Boise, I was young. Young as an adult. I used to walk into the hills a lot. It was an open and grassy sage land. With gently rolling hills but very dry. These hills continued all the way up to the evergreen treeline and the mountains, but that was far beyond […]

Rena’s

I had a restaurant once, it was called Rena’s. The name was already on the big front window; I liked the name and the way it was painted in green with lavender and gold trim. I think it was the best time of my life, those few years at Rena’s. In spite of the assaults […]

Tom Robison

It must have been either 2002 or 2001 when I first met Tom. He came into my frame-shop when I was located on Pacific Ave. He was a friend of Milo’s. We talked a bit and I learned he was involved in some Native American spiritual practices. After reading Black Elk Speaks, so many years […]

On the River

By the time I was in junior high school, Fair Oaks had become a rootless sea of fences, lawns, cars and asphalt. We had all isolated ourselves into to thousands of tiny kingdoms each one with the illusion of self-reliance. Or that is the way it seemed looking back in time. It was a place […]

Myself

From the inside our lives are big, important and meaningful. From the outside they are small and arbitrary. There is really only one story and it is a story we all share. Laughing and crying only shows we care. When we stop laughing or crying then we no longer care.

Halcyon Times

My great aunt lived in Medford, Oregon and occasionally we would take the long drive up there. My brother and I would sleep on the floor of her mobile home. My mom always mentioned what a nice mobile home park it was compared to most. And I remember the nice quiet relaxed feeling of that […]