Tag Archives: George Ochoa

The Last Adventure

In westerns, the women stand on the porch watching the men ride off to fight Indians or rustlers. That was how the women watched us on Pete’s last night, except with no Indians or rustlers. Mary Ann, Diane, and Jackie … Continue reading

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Alicia Brings Home Her Shrink

At seventeen, my sister, Alicia, began to hate food. Sometimes my mother’s paella, with its mix of dark and unidentifiable ingredients, so disturbed her she wouldn’t eat at all; other times, she would eat an entire marble cake and immediately … Continue reading

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