past changes

March 15th, 2016
I felt like  was Miwok too

I felt like was Miwok too

When my parents weren’t tanked, we had plenty of fun family times.  We drove up to the Russian River and canoed around, carried kites and hiked up into Tiburon hills, straight up from our house, crossing rusty barbwire fences through pastures on the way.  My father loved hiking, and we made up funny songs while we walked, poems and skits for each other, gut busting laughs.  It almost seemed to make up for unpredictable drunk ugly. Continue reading “past changes” »