Arriving just a couple weeks before Christmas 1975, my first breath in this world was on Ventura Canyon Rd, Panorama City. Southern California welcomed me with open arms on a mild 60 degree winter day. Twenty miles in from Santa Monica and just a short drive south to Disneyland, I landed in the sunny SanContinue reading “L.A. Native-ish”
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Scabs and Scars
I have a scar on my shin. I don’t even remember what happened, but it was just a tiny little scrape at first. It was one of those weird things that I didn’t really notice too much initially, but then I realized there was a mild pain. I was surprised to see blood trickling downContinue reading “Scabs and Scars”
One Love One Voice 