Category Archives: Memoir

Askew

I have been wanting to write this for a few weeks now but I haven’t, for two reasons.  First of all, I haven’t had the time.  I finally found a job.  It’s a freelance writing gig; I contracted with a … Continue reading

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Book Review: Jack London, Sailor on Horseback by Irving Stone

We writers are often lonely people.  We labor away day after day, alone in our rooms at our keyboards.  Often those around us don’t understand what we are going through and what drives us to persevere. How I acquired this … Continue reading

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Gladiators

I had always enjoyed watching football.  If the two teams know what they are doing, if they are playing with a modicum of unity, there is something fluid about it.  You might almost say it is something like a violent … Continue reading

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Outsiders

I have been pondering what I wrote about rejection.  In that essay I made the implication that everyone around me was part of a whole which for some inexplicable reason had rejected me.  After I wrote it, however, I took … Continue reading

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Rejection

Why the disquiet?  What is wrong?  In order to get to the root of the malaise the problem must be analyzed. I have returned to the United States of America with some of my sons.  We have fled west to … Continue reading

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The Second Stratum

I have lately been concerned, nearly obsessed, with the homeless I see around me on the streets of San Diego.  Why?  Because it’s easy to empathize with them.  I am jobless at the moment and it is not easy to … Continue reading

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Job Search, or, The Hunter Lost in the Forest

Things went wrong today – so wrong that I have to write about it.  This is a writer’s only recourse.  Otherwise it will bubble up inside like lava in a volcano and consume me. I started the day with the … Continue reading

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Exceptions to Affluence: The Underclass

Though in general I have been impressed with the way the United States has changed since I last lived here in the 1970s, my thoughts turn again and again to the homeless I see everywhere on the streets of the … Continue reading

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The Myth of the Perfect Person

I notice it in every medium, every aspect of society:  advertising touts it, of course, on TV, on the internet, on posters and placards, in brochures and pamphlets and magazines; films and books present it in the subtleties of the … Continue reading

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Homeless

There are many homeless people here in San Diego.  I suppose I should make that statement more universal and say that there are many homeless people all around the world, but we need to zoom in on this particular situation.  … Continue reading

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