I’m making the eight or so classmates of mine who can hear me suffer from having to hold their laughter in. We’re all standing beside our desks saying the Pledge of Allegiance, same as we did every morning. On this morning, though, something in my sixth-grade brain snapped at the idea of repeating the same [...]
Archive for the ‘Autobiography’ Category
21 May
Baby Got Dent
(This is for those of you who’ve been kind enough to express an interest in how, as an adult, I’ve processed some of the less-than-ideal stuff that happened to me as a kid. I suppose one of the zillions of ways is to have, years ago, written the below, which I never intended anyone to [...]
17 May
My Insane Wife
I have but a moment or two to write; my wife Cat naps on the couch before me, and will soon awaken.
Many of you have been kind enough to write me relative to the couple of little pieces I’ve recently posted about My Life Generally.
To you I’m moved to say this: In the 51 years [...]
15 May
Childhood Abandonment, Drugs, Insane Asylum: It’s All Good.
Hey, I really want to thank those of you who so kindly commented on the last couple of posts I’ve done on my family. I have found your expressions of sympathy quite dramatically moving. Thank you, very much.
Some of you have been kind enough to ask how it all sort of ultimately went with my [...]
14 May
The Return of Mom 1.0
My sister and I finally found out where our mom was during the two years she disappeared.
12 May
My Runaway Mom–and Her Surprise Replacement
One minute your mom is there, but you’re dad is gone; the next your dad is back, your mom is gone, and you have a NEW mom. Life. You couldn’t make it up.
11 May
My Runaway Mom
One minute you have a mother (and a father, for that matter), and the next moment you don’t. Life can be funny that way.
1 May
“The Soloist” Story Happened to Me
About 10 years ago I lived a scaled-down version of the plot of the new movie The Soloist.
I was freelancing for a free biweekly music tabloid here in San Diego called SLAMM. One Friday night I was seated at an outdoor bar in downtown in San Diego, when I heard cutting through the noise of [...]
12 Apr
A Pagan Boy With Bad Teeth and a Vibrating Leg
Like most pagan children, as a kid I figured that, stripped of its incomprehensible pretensions, the point of Easter was to feed me many bright and wonderful forms of sugar. That an entire holiday was (by one means or another) devoted to this splendid end seemed to me natural and right.
I had bad teeth and [...]
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