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About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.

When the Boss was King

Born in the U.S.A. is the seventh studio album by American rock singer-songwriter Bruce Springsteen. It was released by Columbia Records on June 4, 1984. The album’s music was written by Springsteen and recorded with his E Street Band and … Continue reading

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The Night Terrors

I can’t remember when it started, my deep plunges into the depths of depression. I think it involved from the time I graduated from high school through my first few years of college. I had a very difficult time falling … Continue reading

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Star Watch

In the Imperial Valley, my father, and I suppose many other people, stepped outside to enjoy the cooler evening air of a hot summer night. I was just a toddler but I remember. He would stand or sit on the … Continue reading

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Insomnia

I was a poor student in high school. By that I mean my grades were not all that good. I tried and I studied. I was not very good at note taking, and I hated reading. My father was always … Continue reading

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The Boy

One of my first jobs was with the Migrant Education Program. I was working at a small school in the hills east of Moss Landing. Most of my students there worked in the nearby strawberry farms. They would start working … Continue reading

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The Golden Gate

“Daddy, what is that?” She asked. She was pointing to the island known as Alcatraz. They were mid-span about the waters and the gulls. “What is that?” She asked, this time pointing to the long gray structure known as the … Continue reading

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Morning Sickness

“Mama don’t go.” Melvin’s words were simple. They were brief but they rattled terribly in his mother’s ears long after. Even unto this day, those few words live long.   “I need you.” He said. His eyes had failed to … Continue reading

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Catharsis (Uncle Joe’s 1st heart break)

It was cold that day, in late December, in 1965, when the north wind storm bounced the car and us inside it, and cracked the clouds and shook loose it’s moisture. We sat there, in our cozy privacy. I sat … Continue reading

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The Songbirds (a Fourth Grade Adventure)

“Time for SongBirds.” Miss Kelly said. “Oh no!” Joe looked up at her bright red hair and freckled face. He quickly lowered his eyes hoping she would take no notice of him. He hated singing. The last time she called … Continue reading

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The Lady in the Bed

    “Who’s that?” I asked. The year was 1950. I was barely three years old, but I still remember. My memory is a bit fuzzy about exactly where we were. We were probably at the Maryknoll hospital in Monrovia, California. … Continue reading

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