Denver Ghost Story

I remember living in many different places in Denver as a young child, but not exactly which memory flash fits in where when it comes to sequence. I do recall the last two very clearly, though. Both were distinctive, thanks to events relating to felony, police, hidden basement nooks, a zucchini, and a ghost. But we'll … Continue reading Denver Ghost Story

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Pop Out (Dad, Part One: A Fatherless Childhood)

Throughout my childhood there was a recurring theme of unbalance, of the idea that I needed a father figure. Ma tried to keep men in her life for my sake on many occasions, often actively seeking ways for me to have a male influence for me. In my teen years I suppose I had a … Continue reading Pop Out (Dad, Part One: A Fatherless Childhood)

Forging a New Life in California

1976 was the year we moved to Northern California. I was a wee kid, but have vivid memories of that year... I was born in 1970 in the lush and glorious international destination of Flint, Michigan, but my parents' divorce led Ma and me to Denver by the time I was a year old. At … Continue reading Forging a New Life in California