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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Category Archives: Dreams
December 7, 2013 She says she’s my mother, but do you believe her? Look at her: a good foot taller than I am, a large person. Hard to believe she’s my mother. Now here is the woman I always believed … Continue reading
December 5, 2013 The sign in the store window is illegal. “You can’t target Hungarians that way.” These signs are going up in all the dry cleaners around town. “You can’t do that.” My family is Hungarian. I know what … Continue reading
August 12, 2013 The textbook explains how the Incas and other natives developed their poisonous arrows, tracing back to the first life forms creating protections from predators. The major breakthrough was learning to attack without direct contact, by propelling poisons. … Continue reading
May 9, 2013 Even though I don’t know how to swim, I’m in the water, trying, moving my arms and kicking as much as I have the strength to do so. The water is too heavy for my weak legs. Besides, … Continue reading
January 16, 2013 Taking a few, quick strides, I easily reach the end of the block and start on the next. The streets used to seem so long, but now I take them with ease. What has changed? Am I stronger, quicker? … Continue reading
November 2, 2012 After finding a washing machine, I sit back in my seat, an aisle one in the right-hand section of the theater, maybe ten rows from the stage. I’ve pulled the heavy piece of luggage carrying the boots — the piece is … Continue reading
October 25, 2012 Though hard to leave T. and the two women, I crawl out of the bed and make my way to the bus. I want to go home for just a little bit, then I’ll be back. As … Continue reading
September 24, 2012 We are running to catch the bus. I will be out of breath and uncentered when it is time for me to go on stage for my small part. But I must be on time. Now I’m trying … Continue reading
August 30, 2012 When I woke, the bed was vibrating. The room was vibrating, a gentle hum. Oh, I’m still in the airplane; I’m on an overnight flight. What fun! But when will I have to get my things together and … Continue reading
August 26, 2012 After going through street after street and through the mall, finally I find the movie theater. Yes, this is the one; I compare the outside with the photo I have, and match it up piece by piece. But, … Continue reading