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  • Good day

    Demon Spawn got a job that is a considerable step up from his miserable existence at Safeway; the check from the Rocky pension to roll over into my IRA arrived and is deposited; Edison’s Black Dahlia started school and is more psyched than he thought he’d be about his classes and teachers; D got a… Read more

  • Hip

    For the second time in four years, I’m looking at my children and saying, “Look boys! Your mom is walking!” And they applaud my efforts as if I were a 1-year-old. I can walk again. It’s not like I hadn’t been walking, as if I were wheelchair-bound or any such thing. But for the past… Read more

  • A break

    Let’s do this. Too tired. You need to . . . you’re more fatigued than tired and this is part of the reason you’re fatigued. I can’t, and besides I walked all day, including up and down stairs several times. My hip did great, but now I’m exhausted. You have to do this. You can’t… Read more

  • Tripping Raul’s honest bio

    Bios are so dreary. “I worked here and there, clawed my way up from the tar pit to become this amazing specimen of humanity.” Add to that the exaggeration and embellishment factor and you’ve got yourself historical fiction. If I were to write my bio, honestly, it would read something like this: Tripping Raul sometimes… Read more

  • Sense and synchronicity

    The bands were tight, the venue open and intimate and the rock was, well, classic. Yup, last night’s Under the Sun concert was pretty freakin’ awesome and as I stood six people deep, wedged among throngs of younger fans and groupies while the bands bared their souls on stage, I thought back to what we talked… Read more

  • Small miracles

    I ran into the house and quickly dropped the groceries and, panicked, did a 180 at 190 mph back out to the truck, but what I saw made my blood run cold and hot all at once and I screamed, “Don’t move! Don’t move!” But he took a step toward the house and I screamed… Read more