Guilty as Charged

Summer without warmth, the dark cavity that whispers your name, a necrophiliac’s dream: life draining from gray limbs…

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…

Yer Outtathere!

The reason we have an endless stream of interscholastic sports from elementary age on up is that such competition supposedly “builds character.”…

At Table with Granny

My grandmother loved language; she loved words and, having been blessed with a classic education that included Latin and Greek as well…

Steve Ahl vs. Ukiah

Just after noon on a slow, sunny Sunday afternoon last March, the famous Ukiah policeman, Peter Hoyle, was sitting in his patrol…

Freeing Rose

It was 1970. Flores Flat had been recently purchased by a new-age guru named Norman to serve as the home base for…

The Joys of Geezerhood

In a few days I will have reached official geezerhood. I remember that in my younger years I would sometimes think with amazement about living until the turn of the century…

The Dogs Ate the House

Houses get old. Their roofs leak, foundations shift, pipes rust, but her dogs ate a Willits’ woman’s house. “My house was already…