Ms. Rezdog and Her Dad Scott
“She’s just a dog, I gave her a good life, she’s an old dog, time for her to go,” he often said.
“She’s just a dog, I gave her a good life, she’s an old dog, time for her to go,” he often said.
There was a strange but familiar smell, it was a mixture of musky perfume, sage, and beef soup. I knew for sure who it was in my kitchen, and it wasn’t a burglar, it was my Grandma.
And one day she was sure she’d come to love her baby too. It was a bit of cosmic mercy in the midst of hell.
As the evening star appeared, the despair that she’d kept locked in a fist grip behind her moved in close, as if the tiny light had beckoned it forward.
My friend Jon and I were in one of our moods of being destructive little men wreaking havoc on the small town of Ontonagon.
He was just an escapee from the border town of El Chuco, working a shit job in a shit hole, passing through on his way to tomorrow.
After a time his anger and embarrassment turned to a melancholic blanket of regret. He now wanted to find relief from his actions more than an explanation for them.
Beeeeeeeeeep! “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” I was awake, but between the tears clouding my vision and the sorrow drenching my heart, I didn’t notice I’d drifted into the next lane. It was one day until my son’s birthday and …
Thump! Thump! Thump! I tossed around like a fish out of water trying to fall back asleep. Thump! Thump! Thump! Ugh, what in the heck is that? I pedaled my feet back and forth trying to find the edge of …
Chaske’s (first born son) ina (mother) knew he was different from the time he could open her tubes of lipstick and eat the vermillion colored wax. She considered him a natural as he would drape her blue fringed shawl over …