Free to Navel Gaze
Discoveries by E. Marmer
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House Resolution 489 – a condemnation of Donald Trump’s disgusting... Read more →
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...
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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...
It all happened in miraculous, slow motion, where I could see everything unfold in real time. Before I took the leap, I could see her very clearly on the other side: a young adult of 21, making judgments I questioned, displaying behaviors I thought were needlessly risky or abrasive or impatient, or whatever...
My father and I had a secret ritual, which began before I can remember, and finally came to an end, as was right and necessary, when I was about 11 or 12. I stumbled upon the ritual; it was of my making, but my father was complicit, and I like...
My son told me recently about a driving “adventure” that he and his buddy went on. The rules of the adventure were this: you drive straight ahead until you reach a T intersection, and then you have to turn right. You continue on straight, or making right turns, until...
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,...
What’s wrong with navel-gazing anyway?
