San Francisco, March 1976 On the morning after I moved into my apartment on Ashbury, wet snow dropped over parts of San Francisco, mostly on
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Is It Always a Love Story?
Is It Always a Love Story? Chapter One On the day I came home from the war — a phrase still tossed around like
The Garden of What Was and Was Not
November 22, 1963 I generally enjoyed Miss Izak’s class, brightened as it was by her effervescence, even though I was failing, just as I’d
The Witch Next Door
by David Stone Holy Shit Christmas Eve, snow finally fell from an infinitely gray overcast, hovering since dawn and hanging motionless into the afternoon.
What If You Died Right Now…?
What is you died right now…? Meditators say they’ve had out of body experiences, giving them insights into the other, spiritual side. But are they
1966: The Garden of What Was and Was Not
In Binghamton, March 1966 Here is what finally became of Ginny or, I should say, the parallel paths we once shared, then separated.
