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Entreat Me Not

                                                           March 22, 1975 We were both students at San Jose State … Continue reading

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Larry’s Steakhouse

By now we were finishing up the school year. For such a small town, living in Crystal City, Texas was never  dull. The population there was about 1400. The town was small but it had everything we needed. We could … Continue reading

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Mi Tía

It was one of our family gatherings.   “Visiting” is not quite the right word since we spent so much of our time there anyways. It was probably a funeral, since that is what usually brought the family together. I was … Continue reading

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Dust of the Moon

“My name is Carlos Leonardo Nájera de Madrid.” This is how my father begins his life story. I am not sure when he started writing. It might’ve been in the 1960s or 70s. But I remember seeing him many nights … Continue reading

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Nena

All my father’s life, that is to say, ever if since I was born, my father would joke about a little fairy that followed him around. Through the years he had a porcelain figure of Walt Disney’s Tinkerbell on his … 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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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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