On my dad’s side (the white side) I was the oldest grandchild. My brother was second. Janelle, the one pictured between us, was third. I always thought she was holding a feather, but now I’m not so sure. I loved those popcorn-cranberry garlands we made a few Christmases, even though I pricked my finger on… Read More »
I’m not the type of girl who likes to solve problems by buying things, but we bought a sound-making machine in an attempt to solve my problem with the apartment complex’s noises. That’s a short-term solution. Longer-term ones include to following: *moving onto a farm with Paul and Sparky, current favorite choice, but contingent on… Read More »
Today I wanted to make issue 35 of the zine and do some Sacramento things, but Erik wanted to go to Point Reyes, so we did. It was our first time. http://www.nps.gov/pore/ It’s a big place with a variety of plant communities! I thought it was going to be like Point Lobos, for some reason,… Read More »
My local best friend in jr high and high school was Melly–brilliant, blond, and athletic. She played soccer, ran cross country and track, and played tennis one year. Mostly she was a runner. I loved her and was devoted to her. Yet there was a lot of conflict too. I would neglect her badly, spending… Read More »
Let me answer your question for you. Jesus would give away everything. He’d go to the bad part of town and talk about God with trans-sexual prostitutes. He wouldn’t read sale papers. He wouldn’t own a car. He wouldn’t own anything. So take off your special bracelet and throw it on the ground.
Counting candles this looks like 17, and it looks like German chocolate cake, which would have been an abnormal birthday cake choice–brownie nut was normal, back then (now it’s carrot). Despite my laughing smile, this was not a good year in general, was it? It’s hard to speak generally, which is what living in the… Read More »
I am healthy enough to run circles around you, as your butt gets bigger, your back is hurting— and I’m in a place you cannot find me. Other kids pull me, and I leave home until my entire day is one long secret, which hurts your old, delicate feelings, so used to control. I don’t… Read More »
This one is of more modern times, me and Alex. I spent a lot of time here in front of the Old Little Theater–smoking cigarettes, waiting for my next class, reading, eating lunch, talking with friends, waiting for a ride. It was where I went when I wanted to talk (as opposed to the Secret… Read More »
Today we went to the Cosumnes River nature preserve. We saw a great horned owl sitting on her nest through the spotting scope. That was a treat. We saw the last of the cranes on their way out. They were kettling, which means flying in high circles, getting ready to go, giving a cry now… Read More »
I don’t remember 1977, but I wore this yellow dress the day I turned 1. They say I was a happy baby.