Category Archives: Auto-Biographical Fiction

Only the names have been changed

Chunky

There are a number of times, perhaps in the hundreds that I have heard or read we all have a soundtrack to our lives and that when we hear certain songs we are immediately transported to a place and time … Continue reading

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I Wanna Hold Your Hand

I went for a walk, as usual, today.  The late afternoon, pre-dusk hours are magical time on our Sacramento levee .  Sure there are thousands of little gnats that drive you crazy and so many dogs that you literally need a … Continue reading

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If You Give a Mexican a Taco….

If you ask a first generation Mexican American to describe a taco for you they will tell you that it is anything wrapped in a tortilla.  So when you ask for a burrito, it’s really just a taco being eaten by … Continue reading

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Loch Leven Trail…Donde you are?

Every year, in an effort to introduce the children to the notion of hiking and backpacking, my sister Lenora organizes a “baby” (now “kid” trip).  When the two littlest ones were tiny, the hike involved a two mile roundtrip hike … Continue reading

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The Moose Never Forgets

I rarely go clothes shopping.  If I go, its usually to a Marshall’s near my house, where I have a secret parking space that gets me in and out as fast or slow as I want.  Unfortunately, I also look … Continue reading

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AQF!

(Originally written on January 10, 2011) I have to say, with the exception of literally about two or three people, there are very few souls that I call my friends who don’t know how to laugh. How is it that all … Continue reading

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Moro Rock, I Come in Peace

All my life I have carried this crazy image of my poor mother whimpering, while hugging granite wall during a climb up the railed, stair stepped path to the summit of a great mountain. I don’t know exactly how old I am … Continue reading

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Cruz

The rain stopped.  It seemed we were almost there. Traveling sure is hell.  No wonder we didn’t make the trip more often.  People are always talking about how great it is to travel; they’ve never ventured into northern Mexico with … Continue reading

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His Name is Avi

Funny, when I sat down to write this I thought I had a lot to say.  Turns out, perhaps its too much to put into words. Eleven days ago, my FDO delivered her first baby, and my first grandchild.  His … Continue reading

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The Lady Next Door

The lady next door is an interesting sort. Every morning at 0900, she walks outside in her pajamas wielding a cordless electric blower fearlessly tackling the eight burgundy leaves that had the audacity to drop off the beautiful plum tree … Continue reading

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