Idaho Exodus

Idaho Exodus

I lived in Idaho for 6 years, but I’m back in the Klamath River Valley now as I write this. I couldn’t stay away. I tried. I will tell you why I tried and why I’m back in this memoir. more…
Klamath River Valley Photo

Klamath River Valley Photo

Here’s a photo of the Klamath River Valley, July 2019. more…
I’m From the San Francisco Bay Area

I’m From the San Francisco Bay Area

I was born in the San Francisco Bay Area and lived in California all my life until 2013 when I moved to Idaho because I wanted the experience of living in a different state. more…
Ten reasons I write about the Klamath River Valley

Ten reasons I write about the Klamath River Valley

This is a simple list of ten reasons I will write this blog about my life in the Klamath River Valley. more…
I Am So Born

I Am So Born

We lived, not in San Pablo’s compressed urban area, but in a rural outskirt area, on a small street called Willets Avenue. more…
Before Conception – Why I’m Here, Where I Came From

Before Conception – Why I’m Here, Where I Came From

Fiction by Linda Jo Martin A few years back I started writing an autobiography … this is an excerpt, but I warn you in advance, it is 100% fictional. more…
I thought I went to Texas

I thought I went to Texas

Sometimes adults just don’t understand children. Texas is a state of mind. It doesn’t matter how long it takes to get there. more…
Contraband Song

Contraband Song

I have few childhood memories of being in a church. My father took my sister and I to a Presbyterian Church for a few weeks. I was bored. He gave us each a dime – always a dime – to add to the collection dish when it came around. But though he was willing to […] more…
The Old Abandoned Tractor

The Old Abandoned Tractor

An old abandoned tractor sat in the field behind our home in San Pablo. It was beyond the backyard fence, between our house on Willets Drive, and the freeway. more…
Adventure Maiden’s House

Adventure Maiden’s House

After we moved from San Pablo, when I was too young to remember (maybe I was two or three) we lived in a house built onto the hillside above El Cerrito, California, just south of The Arlington. The lower level was a garage. Stairs led to the front door – stairs I remember tumbling down, […] more…
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