Category: Memoir

Beep Beep (Or, Sam Elliott Please Read This)

The state trooper walked so slowly up to my driver’s side window, it had to have been deliberate.  Either that, or he was trying to mimic what he’d seen in all those Looney Tunes cartoons he’d watched as a boy. The only sounds were… Continue Reading “Beep Beep (Or, Sam Elliott Please Read This)”

Nine Machetes and an Earring

When I was a boy, one of the things I loved most was a collection of 45-records, passed on to my Grandma Ruth from her dad’s jukebox and pinball machine business Keystone Amusement based in Silverton, a small Oregon town in the Willamette valley… Continue Reading “Nine Machetes and an Earring”

A Path Into Yoga: Part Three

Western medicine couldn’t heal my body. The realization of that, along with my acceptance of it, slowly sunk into my bones. A couple of months after my last cortisone injection, I tried a “medical yoga” class, a synthesis of restorative yoga and physical therapy… Continue Reading “A Path Into Yoga: Part Three”

A Path Into Yoga: Part Two

For a few years I took what extra time, energy, and “stolen moments” I had, and poured it into creating a fantasy world – literally – and writing a young adult story set in that world. If only I could get this published, I… Continue Reading “A Path Into Yoga: Part Two”

A Path Into Yoga: Part One

The ego-mind lives in fear of so much that cannot be avoided or controlled: change, failure, loss, weakness, judgment, shame, pain, and death. My ego-mind, for instance, does not want you to know that I have a son who I was never there for.… Continue Reading “A Path Into Yoga: Part One”

Impaled Digits

Originally posted on C.M. Rivers:
Growing up, I had the privilege of enduring several ingrown toenail surgeries, which culminated in having a third of the nail removed on each of my big toes.  Of course, by that time I was reading a magazine…

A Letter to Grandma

Dear Grandma Betty, I hope I can maintain an honest assessment of who you were, and not get too wrapped up in memories seen through the milky windowpanes of linear time’s narrow corridor. You wore your heart on your sleeve.  You told it the… Continue Reading “A Letter to Grandma”

Fudge

Originally posted on C.M. Rivers:
I came across the recipe in your old index card box, alphabetically misplaced between Fruitcake and Fritter Batter. “I miss you”, I said aloud as I measured out the sugar, butter, salt and evaporated milk. The cat looked…

Here’s Lookin’ At You, Kid

How striking, how strange, that I was to speak with you for the last time, in the middle of my own birthday party. I thought you were calling to wish me a happy birthday. How childish and small I felt, once I realized –… Continue Reading “Here’s Lookin’ At You, Kid”

Over the River and Through the Woods, To Grandmother’s House I Went

I grew up with a dairy allergy, a hardcore vegetarian/raw food advocate mom who juiced her own wheatgrass and fermented her own probiotic drinks, and no TV.  Books, cats, the outdoors, an occasional friend who didn’t think I was too weird, and an overactive… Continue Reading “Over the River and Through the Woods, To Grandmother’s House I Went”

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