Tag: True Stories

Are You My Dad? Looks Like!

I wrote all these stories, years ago. Thousands of pages.  I had no aspiration with this. I would put up blog-post-sized story pieces.  People were laughing and engaged. They’d ask questions and I would respond with another story.  I had no plan….

Real Life, Real Conversation – People Are Funny

I’m thinking about posting an old truck story; one that is not in my book. Piecing it together, I came across this. It’s conversations with, Scott, who I met when I was fifteen. I worked in his mother’s bar. Scott is a Cancer and you …

True Stories

I just received, Frederick Woodruff’s newsletter, where he talked me up in relation to the Rage of Aquarius podcast. I was happy and flattered! He mentioned my storytelling. I don’t think he’s read any of my stories so I put these up …

Psychological Immunity In Real Life

There was enough interest on the More On Psychological Immunity post, I want to elaborate and make this mechanism, very clear.   I mentioned my father would start up with some oddness.  My sister observed he had no staying power. I said this had a big …

Perils of Serving Alcohol Underage

Okay!! I found the story about that boy’s sister, mentioned in Mistaken Identity.  She’s quite hard to describe. This family moved from California, I remember that.  That didn’t mean anything in this era.  She had Aquarian energy. In …

Aquarius Married to Aquarius – The Blue Streak

My parents were both Aquarians. My mother was a double Aquarius. My father was Aquarius with four planets and his n. node in the sign. That’s a lot of Aquarius! I was visiting my sister and her husband. We were sitting around telling stories, whi…

Contest – Meeting Tom Heinsohn

This is a true story. Catch up here: The Contest. We spotted, Tommy, right away. It’s the height thing. Couldn’t miss him, because he was towering over the crowd which meant he was eye to eye with my husband. There was some backslapping happening too. …

Contest – What About My Beer?

This is a true story. Catch up here: The Contest. Well I had to do that. Talk about a disaster. I was not kidding about “tired”. The last thing I needed to do was drive three hours, fly six more, then check into a hotel just to eat dinner with someone …