Tag Archives: Petaluma

My hometown.

I have written often of my hometown. Due to frequency it is not always positive, though looking back through the different stories and mentions, the good has consistently outweighed the bad. I am from a small town. A town I … Continue reading

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Words for a moment when there simply are none.

For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes. ~ Milan Kundera There are … Continue reading

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Back to the Future – or something.

The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I spent the night in a room I had not slept in since 1989, and not regularly inhabited since 1986. When I got up and walked out through the living room to the kitchen, my parents … Continue reading

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Color association…

When I think of him, I think of the color yellow. Not just because that was the color of his hair, or because it was the color I wore to the dance we went to together, or because it was … Continue reading

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Petaluma 2.0

They say you can never step in the same river twice. This is probably true. Not sure you would want to anyhow, or at least I wouldn’t, because standing water was one of the early additions to the lengthy list … Continue reading

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Full Circle… ish. [The Repatriate Papers, Vol. 3]

There are no pictures to include with this post. The only images that could work are the blurry memories that make a sort of mental montage across your frontal lobe when you find yourself somewhere that no matter how strange, … Continue reading

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Deconstructing my California mythology

I am back in my hometown, or at least the town that was my home for more years than most other places, and during those dangerously formative years. It is pretty cool to be here: everyone can do with a … Continue reading

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