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It Restarted My Damaged Heart
In 1979-80 the Portland punk scene was still in its infancy. A number of influential local bands had just begun to lay the foundation for gatherings of the like-minded and the young, creative and angst filled began to have something … Continue reading
Jason Has a Sleepover
Our house was the epitome of poor white. Dad worked at a cable company so we always had various sized wooden spools scattered around the house acting as make shift tables and cinder blocks with long boards acting as shelves. … Continue reading
Dad’s Thick Mane Was Too Much for This Southern Belle to Ignore
Artwork by my amazing son
Jackie Was Short-lived
My third stepmother was a mere flash in the pan, clocking in at around a year and a half of matrimonial bliss. I didn’t have the pleasure of living with she and Dad but Jason tells me she was a … Continue reading
J and Me
Artwork by my amazing son
Vicki Exuded Evil
My second stepmother was evil. I could imitate her perfectly. My friend Shelly used to laugh and ask me to do it again. An imaginary cigarette rhythmically tapped on the tabletop to pack the tobacco while her eyes stare me … Continue reading
“Burn rubber Mel!”
Artwork by my amazing son
Raised By Wolves (I Wish) 