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Time to slay your own dragons, ladies.

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My first kiss was an unwanted one. I was seven years old when a boy named David pushed me up against the wall outside our apartment building. Forcing his mouth on mine, his breath, hot and fusty, something sickly sweet like apple juice and milk gone sour in his gut that made me squirm. I don’t remember seeing him as I ran with my brother and the other neighborhood kids through the empty lot next door, scrabbling over the toppled trees, slick with moss, tripping over the bramble of twigs and woodsy decay, but he must have been there, his knees as scratched and muddied as ours, before he caught up with me in the driveway that ran alongside and behind the apartment building. 
As usual I’d tagged along in my older brother’s shadow. Tag, hide and seek, cowboys and indians, the games kids used to play. Outdoors, up and down the streets, no watchful mommies on red alert. Ignoring our mothers’ warnings—don’t go into the woods, don’t go into the woods—we went into the woods, woods that in fact …
Thanks and appreciation to James Stafford for running my piece Beach Musicon his Why It Matterssite!

If you're up for more from me - Thank You! - I have a few more stories gathered loosely under the Memoir: On the Street Where I Liveheading.  This is the most recent: The Sticky-hot Days of Summer. I'm really glad you stopped by.

#38: If heaven is for real - Charlie is up there chasing squirrels

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#38:  Mountain View Avenue, Mar Vista, California
I ran across this post I wrote for my Chapter1-Take1 blog and decided to post it here. It's about our beautiful beagle Charlie who we lost last November.
If I were going to place it amongst the "On the Street where I live" pieces, this would sit right here at #38, on the street where I live now,but Charlie's been with us since we lived on Mountain View, an integral part of our lives in the last five places we've lived.


If heaven is for real, Charlie is up there chasing squirrels in the sky

"Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans." The John Lennon lyric is one I'm fond of quoting, accompanied by a shrug of my shoulders when weighing in on the mysterious ways of the world.

This week the plans I'd made included finishing Catching Fire, maybe see the crazy popular movie starring Jennifer Lawrence this opening weekend, and post my thoughts here.

But life, or rather, the end of life, h…