Holy Cow! My Daugther is Autistic!...

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posted Nov 9, 2022


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze A few days ago, I learned that my 28-year-old daughter Sophie is autistic, and I’ve been walking around semi-stunned ever since. Not because the diagnosis changes any of the facts on the ground- my daughter is who she is and I’ve observed...

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Smitten

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posted Sep 11, 2022


This is a confession.  I have to face facts and stand in judgment.  Please be merciful for I have become that which I once held in ridicule. That most tiresome and clueless imposer of …. things about my cat.  E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze Thus far (for the most...

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New Words

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posted Jul 19, 2022


In the fall of 2017, I was in a desert, devoid of creative impulse or self-kindness. I had had a sprinkling of published writings, a small following online, a few commissions for my paintings, and some sales at various artshows, but it all drained away when my heart broke....

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Second Publication by Read650

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posted Dec 16, 2019


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze My essay “The Luckiest Bastard” will be included in the written collection “Gratitude” compiled by Read650 in connection with the “Songs of Gratitude” event at the Bruno Theater at Lincoln Center on January 4, 2020. The event is in celebration of the...

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The Luckiest Bastard

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posted Dec 16, 2019


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze My father Stanley taught me gratitude the way he taught me everything, which is to say, in the fewest words possible. In contrast, when telling a story, or bringing history alive, boy, could he grandstand. His descriptions were drawn out, delicious, almost...

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When She Was Here

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posted Jul 11, 2019


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze When she was here, my mother would lie on her bed after I helped her shower, on top of the long white towel she insisted I put down so the bed wouldn’t get wet. But I thought of that towel as part...

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