Posts Tagged memoir

Thriftin’

At eighteen I was living in Hayward, the place I grew up in. I had a job at Walgreens as a photo clerk (I will have to post a blog someday about my collection of weird pictures I found at that job). I worked there for a little over a year and had spent most […]

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Apartment Life – Las Cucarachas

My inspiration to write about myself completely drained out of me for a while there. I’m back and it’s deep into fall. It’s my favorite time of year and good writing weather. I’ve been having a hard time getting myself started. I am hoping a gross story about cockroaches will get the motor running again. […]

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No Reverse – Another Reblog

A story I wrote several months ago. It was one of the first things I’d written in years. Something new coming soon! No Reverse.

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Summer Lovin’

First of all I want to say that I was recently nominated for two blog awards by fellow and lovely blogger Miss Four Eyes! She nominated me for “Inspiring Blog Award” and “One Lovely Blog Award.” I am beyond flattered. I do accept the nomination and am going to write my official post where I […]

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My Mom and Other Thoughts

My mom celebrated fourteen years of sobriety on September 5. She spent the night at my house the night before and woke up to her grandchildren climbing all over her. I made pancakes and sausage. We watched some cartoons and then we went to her house and spent the day together. We went to the […]

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Apartment Life – The Darkest Studio

In December 2004 I moved into the fifth in a series of six apartments all within one block of each other. It was just after the Maggot Incident in the basement apartment. There was an available place on the first floor. The first thing I noticed about the apartment was how dark it was. It […]

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Apartment Life – The First Studio

I moved to Oakland in the spring of 2001. I was twenty one years old. I had lived in San Francisco much of the year before. It was not a good year. It was awkward, messy, drug and alcohol fueled. It ended badly and might make a good story for another day. When I finally […]

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