
Throwing Out the Garbage
It was in January, 1971, when I was not quite sixteen years old, that I decided I wanted to take a shot at getting a

It was in January, 1971, when I was not quite sixteen years old, that I decided I wanted to take a shot at getting a

A prime focus of mine, at least as far as this blog series is concerned, is the author-legacy thing. My own, for one. I’ve done

In the fall of 1974, about a week after I had moved into on-campus housing at Sonoma State University, I walked from my apartment to

I had in mind a substantial blog entry to make up for the brevity of the one I uploaded a couple of weeks ago. Best

A TRIP REPORT “Let’s meet at the bar” is the standard refrain at World Fantasy Conventions. You say it when you bump into a colleague

Long ago, during my mid-twenties, I worked for a furniture manufacturer. I was their graphic artist and the guy responsible for generating their marketing materials,

Two weeks ago, in the previous installment of this blog series, I shared the inspiration for “The Wind’s Kiss,” the opening piece in my new

The headstone — as you can see in the photograph I’ve included here — stood alone, at least thirty paces from any other marker in

I am the son of a fruit farmer. As such, I know what it’s like to enjoy fresh, completely ripe fruit right off the vine

In the summer of 1973, about six weeks after I had graduated from high school, one of my friends from elementary school, Danny Lopez, was
Ted Sturgeon used to refer to something he called the spaces between the lines. A reader may see only a blank after the period of

Book View Café has issued quite a number of anthologies and multi-author collections over the years. It’s only natural that a group made up of

The reason I got involved in family history research was the standard reason. I wanted to know more about not just the forebears I personally