When we adopted my son Nick, he was four and a half years old. He came out of a supremely difficult situation. His mother, my sister, went down the meth hole. She had been using the drug (and others) for years, decades, before she got pregnant. She also drank compulsively,…
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The season’s been warm. A few cold snaps smacked the city. But other than a few days of really cold weather, the kind winter usually brings us, winter has hardly left a mark. Unfortunately, the warmth and sunshine didn’t prevent illness. Virginia caught a severe cold a few weeks ago.…
Leave a CommentThe worst drunk dreams usually come in the middle of the night. They creep into my sleep, giving no warning. Nothing during the previous day or any dreams or waking that night presage the horror. Without cause, they pester my me, get into my deepest sensibilities. They are so real…
Leave a CommentAmaan runs the gas station and convenience store on 12th Street. Every day, working people in trucks from the surrounding industrial area use Amaan’s pumps to fill their tanks. Diesel, regular, premium. When I was working for an ornamental and structural construction firm in the bottoms, we pulled the trucks…
Leave a CommentRichard Brautigan took his typewriter with him in 1962 when he went camping in Idaho with his wife. The dark and rain fell across the long folds of the mountains that lie like an Indian blanket, eternally quiet and laden with ghosts. It’s was a good place to take a…
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