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~~~> Denise and I after a long day of fishing. Secret Fort in the background, Bougainvillea, and garage to left. ~~~< (473 words, 3 minutes read time) As my parents’ family grew so did their house requirements. Until the one day they discovered a special forever home on Casa Linda Drive. Of course, this story… Continue Reading →
"Imagine me and you. I do! I think about you every night. It's only right!" * (375/431 words, 2 minutes read time.) >~~~~~OOO~~~~~< We can sneak out, like really late, after dark, when there’s no school the next day, and then meet somewhere. Maybe at one of our secret places. The attic, or even better,... Continue Reading →
963 words, 5 minutes read time. I was interviewing for a copywriting position at WorkStress, a minor distributor for retail book giant Barnes & Noble, when this HR interrogation guy asked me, right out of the blue, right at the last minute, what had been my favorite subject in school? I thought the interview was... Continue Reading →
(Letters From the Dog Box #1) The first car I remember my mom driving was a late-fifties Ford two-door. We called her the Putt-Putt. She seemed old and worn, not flashy like the newer cars of the day, with their bright paint and fancy rocket-style fins. But to Denise and me, she was a privately... Continue Reading →