Free to Navel Gaze
Discoveries by E. Marmer
I had a friend Iris. I say “had” because I ended the friendship definitively and incontrovertibly, about 18 years ago. I said, “Have a nice life,” and hung up on her. You can’t get any more final than that. This was in the old days, when there was an...
When I was old enough to be driving, but young enough still to be living with my parents, I was returning with my mom from a shopping trip at the mall, when I drove over a mouse in our garage. I don’t know how the exact timing was possible,...
Nothing makes you grasp how weird sleep is quite like going to sleep for the night in the clothes you wore that day. You take off your shoes and, still wearing shirt, pants, socks, and even the leather belt you had on, just lie on the bed (blanket optional),...
From my kitchen table I can see that lamp. That floor lamp I finally came up with an excuse to get rid of (it really is far too puny for our oversized family room, and I had no other place to use it) and temporarily replaced with a bigger,...
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?
