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Category Archives: Short Stories
At a Muslim Wedding
I was on that free diving and fishing trip through Algeria. The French, who had seemingly deeply colonized the country, had been gone for a few years. They had left behind their language and many buildings in the big cities … Continue reading →
How This Paris Boy Became an American Scholar (Plus a Disquisition on Language Learning)
Here is another escapist story. If the autobiographical genre annoys you, I don’t blame you and don’t read this story. First of all, don’t wince or grimace. I just said “scholar,” not “eminent scholar,” nor “famous scholar,” not even “respected … Continue reading →
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Tagged California, FRance, irregular verbs, learning languages, scholarship
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A Bloody Hawaiian Paradise
I have been away from this blog because I was busy with politics on Facebook (my bad). Also, I have been struggling to produce a new book. It’s a collection of stories:”Astonishing Women.” Wish me luck. Below is another story … Continue reading →
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Tagged Hawaii, hunting, Indiana, spear fishing, tusks, wild pig
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Paris Islamophobia, 2019
Here is a little story that may confuse you for a short while. At least, I hope it does. The story takes place in the eastern Paris neighborhood where I grew up. It used to be frankly working class. I … Continue reading →
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Tagged islamophobia Paris Algeria poet Bencheikh
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Muslim Welcome
Here is a nice little story, I think. I was once a pretend hippie. It was only “pretend” because my drug consumption was moderate and limited and I never dropped acid. Also, I never dropped out as recommended. I attended … Continue reading →
Life is Good Even During the Primaries
It’s a sunny airy day in Central California, where I live. I am standing not far from the wharf (“le debarcadère”), a pretty good single-shot dark roast espresso in one hand and a cigarette in the other. (I know, … Continue reading →
Sweet Skateboard Tales
The words “skateboard” and “sweet” are seldom found together. Skateboarders tend to have a bad reputation because they are mostly male, because they act too male, and because of their lamentable fashion sense. Yet, many or most are both athletes … Continue reading →
I Like Jesus
I like the central myth of Christianity and I like Jesus the man although I am not a believer. (The word “myth” implies neither truth or falsehood. It refers to any sacred story that seeks to explain something important.) First, … Continue reading →
Happy December in Santa Cruz.
There was a major storm recently and the surf is still up in Santa Cruz, California. It’s Saturday so, the surfers are out in force, not heeding dire warnings about the kind of water pollution that follows heavy rains. In … Continue reading →
What Lurks in the Puerile Back of my Brain
I am your atypical, traditional tough guy in these days of sensitive more or less male human beings. Why, I did not even moan during my colonoscopy! My wife did hear me groan in pain once or twice about ten … Continue reading →
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Tagged Bolivia, La Paz, Love, love story, Yugoslavia
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