

Part 88: The ASCAP Meeting
A man broke away from the group and came up close to me. He was tall, lanky, and his broad smile showed broken, yellow front teeth.


Part 87: You Used to be So Pretty
If you're just starting this blog, it has an order. Some entries can be stand alone, like this one, but most will refer to previous...


Part 86: Stars for Your Scars!
The first time I looked at my face in a mirror after the accident was at home in our bathroom. In the hospital, the nurses kept me from...


Part 85: Car Crash
We moved to Porterville, a town in the middle of California, away from beaches, away from Riley's friends, away from the world it...


Part 84: The Hayride
I'd been invited to go on a hayride in the small town of Porterville. Where the ride ended has stayed with me for decades.


Part 83: Houseguest & The Encyclopedia of Folk Music
My father said that part of his encyclopedia of folk music was burned in a fire, and that he'd have to start all over. Was it true?


Part 82: Riley Shepard's Top Songs
Stolen songs and strange behavior, Riley Shepard fits right in.


Part 81: What Did I Know and When Did I Know It?
Riley Shepard sold shares in his "Encyclopedia of Folk Music" to multiple investors.


Part 80: Good Riddance
In 1977, I met my half-sister for the first time. She was seventeen, I was twelve.


Part 78: Pleasant Valley Road, Oxnard
© copyright 2019-2022 Stacya Silverman. All rights reserved. Like a child soldier, I was loyal to Riley beyond all reason. He was, in my...

