Get Rid of Your Story Once And For All

When Michelle said to me, “You have to write your life story,” I thought, she must be crazy. I thought, who would be interested in my insignificant story. And on top of that …story…story…story… Story is what I discourage people from going into. Story makes me sick. At least when our story keeps us stuck in the past. Story! Hmmpfh. Well, here goes….

My parents married in December 1961 in Truckee, California. I was born in January 1963. The math says that I was not illegitimate. My parents married because they wanted to! I have a picture. They look happy, so they must have really been in love. Well, that’s my side of the story. I like it. I have photos with writing on the back. My father called her ‘Princess’ and I think she like it, because she signed her name Princess. My father joined the Navy and I was born in the naval hospital in San Diego, California. When I was three months old, my mother and I moved back to San Jose, California. We lived next door to my maternal grandparents. They owned both homes. My brother was born in 1965. I was 2, so I had mixed feelings. (Operative word: had) Read more