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Posts published by “Dayla Hepting”

Johnny Diaz (Jan. 21, 2004)

I sometimes think the greatest thing we got from Puerto Rico was Johnny Diaz. Of course, there was Raul Triaz. He was and still is…

Albatross Stew (February 4, 2004)

I was out of luck this time. I was one of the special residents chosen for the Albatross Stew. We were a select group of…

Letter to a Wife-Beater

Break the cycle—Does anyone wonder how I became some sort of authority on the behavior patterns of the gutless wonders to smack women around when…

Remembering Pat Grim

On August 9, 1994, Patricia Ruth Bernard Grim jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge. Doesn't that bother you? What a strange word that is... bother.…

Sulphur Springs, Utah

Sulphur Springs lies along the old Spanish Trail. In 1840 a Ute Indian Chief and a one legged cowboy stole 3,000 head of Spain's finest…

March on Washington

1963. August 1st, San Francisco North Beach. I met up with a guy named Sky King. He wore all black and a long cape with…

Crimes of Passion

I was once married to a man named Oscar Johnson. Sometime in the early 60s we took a bus to Reno carrying a packed lunch…

The Mad King Crank

Once upon a time, in the richest kingdom on earth there was born, a girl child. Even though she was given everything an earthly child…

Columbine: Revenge of the Brains

From the very first day this story has read like a movie in progress. The opening images of two boys in black, two gothic young…

Synanon Foundation Inc.

We lived in a building called the Delmar Club. The Delmar Club sits at the base of Santa Monica Boulevard. It was once a private beach club boasting an all white clientele including Ronald Reagan. No Jews at the Delmar Club.

Hooked on Horses

This story is about race horses. That means each horse has two names. I tried to use just one name per horse to keep it…

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