Catastrophic Parenting: Daddy Shopping & Auntie Mame’s House

Pamela Koefoed’s irresponsible mother Joy Curran had her own ideas about parenting. Children should be allowed to go to bars with their parents, they can be left alone at home for weeks, they should be spoken to as adults, and they should always have good manners. Joy was a charismatic, free-spirited, single parent whose unconventional … Continue reading Catastrophic Parenting: Daddy Shopping & Auntie Mame’s House

I Panhandled in Sacramento

My stomach ached with hunger. Mother left my eleven-year-old sister Robin and me home alone for several days without food. The cupboards were bare. The refrigerator had a half empty jug of Gallo and some dried out celery in a produce drawer but that was all.Panhandling wasn’t something I ever imagined for myself. I was … Continue reading I Panhandled in Sacramento

Derelicts, Bums, Scum of the Earth…No

A couple of weeks ago, a man who lives on the streets made eye contact with me as I strolled by him on my way to a clothing store. "Can you spare a couple bucks?" he asked. His voice shook as he spoke through sun burned lips. The man’s thin pants and top were covered … Continue reading Derelicts, Bums, Scum of the Earth…No

      I was so Hungry that I Panhandled

My stomach ached with hunger. Mother left my eleven-year-old sister Robin and me home alone for several days without food. The cupboards were bare. The refrigerator had a half empty jug of Gallo and some dried out celery in a produce drawer but that was all. Panhandling wasn’t something I ever imagined for myself. I … Continue reading       I was so Hungry that I Panhandled

The Great Dentist Hoax

            A big sixth grade girl entered my class one morning with a note from the principal’s office. She handed it to my second grade teacher, Mrs. Carlisle, who read it quickly and then pointed toward me. “Pam,” she said. “Your mother’s waiting for you in the front office. Gina … Continue reading The Great Dentist Hoax

Fire! Help Fire! Call the Fire Trucks!

  White and grey smoke seeped from cracks surrounding the upper cabinet doors to my nine year old sister, Robin’s closet. I was seven. "Mommy!" I hollered from where I stood in the hall, near the bathroom. Mother answered my fearful sounding shout. When she reached me, I pointed to the bedroom at the end … Continue reading Fire! Help Fire! Call the Fire Trucks!