Tag Archives: Patrick Dutcher

Spears and Spaghetti Day

Shawn and I moved to California together. Ten years ago, we survived our first San Jose winter in the belly of a gutted wildebeest. Shawn took the idea from The Empire Strikes Back. That’s how much we knew. I miss … Continue reading

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Every Year, the Party in Heaven Gets Better

Cousin Barbara is in heaven today and family will surely surround her with love and feed her Grandma’s good cooking. Everyone will be there smiling. Everyone will be wearing their best outfits from Christmas in the 50s or weddings in … Continue reading

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Action News

Every time I move, a new city lurches toward me, pushing a set of anchors into my arms. Miniature local news teams, who scurry from the kitchen counter when I arrive home late. In little suits and with microphones they … Continue reading

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