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 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...
E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze The Three Sisters by Betty Albert I am now parentless. My father died about fifteen years ago, and a little more than two weeks ago my mother died. And I miss her so terribly. I am continually coming up against the impulse to...
E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze I was personally introduced to the Hudson River this past autumn. Not down by New York City, where a personal introduction to that expansive maw, that sparkling, churning, briny phenomenon bristling with industry, transport and technology, is not possible; but up by...
What’s wrong with navel-gazing anyway?
