For Jimmy
I found out today that my best friend died eight years ago. This is for him, and it is eight years late, and I am going to say it anyway.
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Porch Stories
Memoirs, family tales, and true-life adventures.
Aunt Fabiana
I took a job I could not define, in a kitchen where I was not trusted with the good stuff, and then an eighty-year-old woman walked in and scared me half to death.
Apple’s Garden
Pull up a chair. A few months after we moved into this place, a little black dog showed up outside the fence. I was at work. Herself called…
For Marcus
I barely graduated high school in 1974. After that, I was in a rough place. Really rough. One day I was driving down Thousand Oaks Boulevard and noticed…
Pop’s Life
One Man’s Not-So-Ordinary Journey Welcome, fellow wanderer, to Pop’s Life—where I go by Patrick online, not because it’s mysterious, but because I’ve mastered the fine art of privacy…