i don’t dance james brown

our stepdad became james brown right before our eyes in the living room. it would normally be after returning home from sportsman inn, the bar next to the creek. Continue reading

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El Jardín

Daniel mowing the yard.

It had been years since I mowed the house we grew up in. Like with people, the house had become old and fragile and ill; soon it will meet its demise. As I mowed the lawn, it reminded me of a garden we had. It wasn’t huge, but it required some work. Our stepdad Joe worked the tiller like an expert. Continue reading