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...
Emma Hanquist, Artisit My daughter carries a heavy load of emotional scars. They come in part, of course, from all the regular wounds that all sensitive people endure, whether inflicted by others, or by one’s own hand, or received upon the usual stumbles and falls that plague all such...
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...
What’s wrong with navel-gazing anyway?
