Father doesn’t always know best


In the year of my early youth when my father was charged with bringing me to the Emporium rooftop for an afternoon of Santa photos and Christmas rides, he bundled me into a series of sweaters and scarves so tight that I began to sweat while riding the 5 Fulton.  Continue reading “Father doesn’t always know best”

Choosing a mail order husband


While I was a prolific letter writer during my teenage years, my choices of pen pals were not always wise.  Of course, it took a while to dispense of my one prison pen pal, but I finally managed to confine my correspondence to one nice German girl who sent me wonderful photos of her home in Bavaria and from vacations to Spain.  Continue reading “Choosing a mail order husband”

The space alien’s guide to childhood paranoia


At some point after I began Kindergarten, there was a noticeable change in the behavior of my parents.  Along with homework and my own awkwardness in social settings, I lost contact with both my mother or father.   Continue reading “The space alien’s guide to childhood paranoia”

Memoirs of a Candlestick Park childhood: Opening Day


Opening Day at Candlestick Park was always the best day of the year, a time of new hope, fresh grass, hot dogs, long rides on buses, towering fly balls, hot sun and cold, cold wind.

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My mother’s driving, and other strange tales


Among my mother’s group of Japanese friends, she was the only one that learned how to drive.  I would sit the back seat of the driver’s training vehicle as she maneuvered around San Francisco to the exasperation of her instructor.   Continue reading “My mother’s driving, and other strange tales”

Luck of the (Japanese) Irish

Somewhere between Dublin and Tokyo, Morning Star School in San Francisco began beating its own cultural drum.

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Childless and in the suburbs, or don’t spare the speculum!

If there is one thing I have learned while living in the suburbs, it is that people will find 101 uses for an empty uterus.

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