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Category Archives: memories
When my kid was a toddler, we spent hours and hours in the Academy of Sciences while it was exiled from Golden Gate Park. The museum was temporarily housed in a big warehouse south of Market Street, where I could … Continue reading
I grew up on a farm, a mile down the road from the farm where my dad lived as a child. My parents knew everyone “on the mile”: where they went to church, where they worked, whether they had kids. … Continue reading
My brother died suddenly at the age of 36. Today would have been his 52nd birthday. When he died, I felt as if I’d lost an arm. Allen and I hadn’t been close as kids, but as two kids growing … Continue reading