Free to Navel Gaze
Discoveries by E. Marmer
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...
My dad had a love affair with the Native American people. Not that he ever involved himself in native communities or causes, tried to learn more about their culture by direct, intensive study, or even decried the decimation of that people and culture by the white European American settlers...
Over my life a particular memory visited me from time to time. Whenever it came, I always gave it its due attention. But it seemed to serve no purpose other than replaying a long ago hurt and, despite the gentler perspective granted with age and experience, always triggered the...
People of a certain age may remember that moment in 1984 when Sally Field won an Oscar for her performance in Places in the Heart. In her acceptance speech she was overcome with emotion. Barely but beautifully managing to remain coherent, she expressed her profound happiness and amazement that...
I heard from my mother that Melvin Beylis died. I’m using fictitious names for privacy, so this man I remember with fondness is going to be named Melvin Beylis. The last time I saw Melvin was close to 30 years ago, and, before that, was when I was a...
What’s wrong with navel-gazing anyway?
