The Incident of the Beer Still in the Night Time pt. 1

Here’s what I remember: Spoiler alert, no one dies in this one. Ira, my dad’s dad, made his own beer. One day, he and a friend realized they only had one jug of beer left. The family was living in the gas station at the crossroads in Sonora, where 31W crosses 84. Ira managed the …

The Mule Skinner of Buzzard’s Hollow, pt. 1

Here’s what I remember: My father was a boy scout leader. He and other troop leaders, whose names I don’t recall although his brother Dale may have been among them, took the boys out one night into the forest. Picture a group of 8-10 year old boys walking among the trees with their little flash …

Musings: “The Year of Magical Thinking”

Joan Didion’s “The Year of Magical Thinking” is the first memoir I have read for this project. I finished it several weeks ago. It chronicles the year after the unexpected passing of her husband, John Gregory Dunne, and the roller coaster of Quintana’s, her daughter’s, health and near death that year. My father’s passing was …

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