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The ghost was drawing closer and closer.

What looked like an arm stretched out, a hand, and then what looked like fingers getting closer and closer to my face.  Then, just as the hand was about to make contact with the look of fear and horror on my face, I would wake up, panicked and sweaty, calling out Mary’s name in a whisper.

I woke up in a start and found myself sitting up in bed in the vacant room on the second floor of the farmhouse.  It had wooden floors and was not quite ready to be occupied.  I was all alone.  I looked around.  This time I was not calling Mary’s name.

  Something inside of me told me that I would never have that dream again.

I was right.  

In the 1970s seaside town of Largo, Florida, a teenager discovers why his mom called his first real girlfriend a "brick shit house".


Based on (sometimes faulty) recollections of real events, BRICKS is a memoir of sorts that introduces young readers of today to a place where their forebears lived when THEY were that age: where children were turning into adults, hormones raged, school was a drag, and where a double standard applied as between girls and boys - especially when it comes to sex.


BRICKS is the 1970s version of the age-old tale where emerging adults and emerging love both learn to meet the challenges of an adult world.

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