Free to Navel Gaze
Discoveries by E. Marmer
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...
https://www.deviantart.com/astro-stock/art/Katana-57-offensive-cutting-255883318 At the tender age of fourteen or fifteen, too soon after entering that nebulous stew of adolescence that would carry him from childhood to manhood, my son Jeremy stood ready for battle. He woke me at around two a.m., weapon in hand, with the kind of strained whisper that...
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?
