Free to Navel Gaze
Discoveries by E. Marmer
Yesterday, I was treated to one of July’s lovely, long lasting twilights. I had earlier in the day overseen what I considered some dramatic changes to our garden by a landscaping crew: some pretty ground cover in a once barren area, additional flowers strategically placed in several spotty...
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...
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...
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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