What is narrative?The stories we tell ourselves and others. The people (characters), places (settings) and events (plots) of our lives. How we make sense of the world.
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Monthly Archives: July 2011
(Summer of 2009. Stalker hasn’t asked for it yet, but I’ll have this essay ready for him if and when he wants to know more about Spreadsheet Entry 27.) Spring, 2001, Portland, Oregon My clothes are packed; I’m ready to … Continue reading
(Dear Reader, have you missed any earlier scenes? Catch up with this link: Stalker) Summer of Love 2009. A phone call: Stalker in Bronx, NY and Baby in Portland, Or. “Baby,” asked Stalker. “Did you keep your vow to yourself? To … Continue reading
Today, 2011 I am Scheherazade, spinner of tales — buying another day of safety, freedom and life with another story. I bask in the glow of magical thinking. If I keep telling this story, no harm will come. No one will … Continue reading
(Dear Reader, have you missed any earlier scenes? Catch up here: Stalker) Fall 1970. The Bronx, New York “I can’t share you, you must choose.” I told Dave. “Thelma or me.” “I will give her up.” “When will you tell … Continue reading
Link to journal updated through July 16, 2011 – Dream Journal Enjoy!
(Dear Reader, have you missed any earlier scenes? Catch up here: Stalker) Summer of 2009 Baby, you must promise me two things. One, you must tell my stories. Do not let my stories die with me. And two, you must … Continue reading
Summer of 2009 Stalker wants the facts, just the facts thank you, and that lets me off the hook for a bit on essay writing. I construct a spreadsheet, detailing my experiences, boiling them down to who, what, where, when. … Continue reading
Summer of 2009 “I got your essays, Baby. Thank you for completing your assignments by the deadline. You find it easier to confide through writing, than by talking, don’t you?” Stalker’s voice is strong and authoritarian on the phone. This particular tone of … Continue reading
2011 Weeks are passing without word from Stalker. Unprecedented. I savor the peace. But then I wonder. His last words to me – ”I will kill every man who ever touched you. I will kill you. I will kill every man … Continue reading
Thank you, Dr. Kavaler-Adler