Category Archives: Memoirs

Song of the Oak

Amongst rolling golden hills and between fog-covered coastal mountains are the ancient oaks of Los Altos Hills, California. Nestled sporadically over great and endless knolls, devoid of life during dry summer months, the oak trees of Los Altos Hills – … Continue reading

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La Paloma

Wind rippled through my hair like water through a raging river. I could feel the vibrations of the road pulsating from my feet to the rest of my body. As I looked down and saw my board’s wheels rotating over … Continue reading

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Ryan the Griffiths

This is an autobiography assignment I wrote for a bogus required class called “Living Skills.” I got a C on this; I didn’t “provide enough concrete examples.” Different people different tastes, I guess… *** The viridian hills rolled on past … Continue reading

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Coyotes

Coming from every direction, the noise formed a great circle around me. My room’s walls morphed from plaster to towering firs and while my gaze wandered to their peaks – seemingly above the stars – the glaring full moon made … Continue reading

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Eighty Percent Rubber

It was lunch at Nixon Elementary. Seagulls called as younger kids – of first, second and third grade – gamboled happily about the field and play-structure. Looking past the handball walls and everlasting chases, one could see the fifth graders … Continue reading

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Holy Diver

The morning fog had not yet cleared, and it wouldn’t for the rest of the day. It probably wouldn’t be cleared by tomorrow. I watched the thick mist mask all the brush beneath it while settling between peak and ridge. … Continue reading

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