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: Summer of Love 2009
(Dear Reader, have you missed any earlier scenes? Catch up with this link: Stalker) In the Summer of 2009, Stalker tells Baby a Story I was living with my parents. No shame there, even though I was nearly 29. I was glad … Continue reading
(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
The summer of our love, 2009. “Let me grab another pack of cigarettes, Baby, and my bottle of vodka,” Stalker says. ”I will tell you the whole story and then we will never have to speak of it again.” His voice was … Continue reading
Summer of Love, 2009. As Stalker and I fell in love, each conversation was a revelation. We both grew up in crowded Bronx households, in families that instilled religion (and guilt) within us. We had gone to the same high school, had friends in common. We loved … Continue reading
The Fall of Our Love. Stalker and Baby attend Hair the Musical, our first date to a Broadway show. September 2009. The irony could not have been keener for me. What had been my first date to a Broadway show, ever? September 1969. … Continue reading
Our summer of love, 2009. “I am almost 60 years old,” said Stalker. “This is not high school, with our whole lives ahead of us. Take the plunge with me; we will jump off the cliff holding hands. What are … Continue reading
Our summer of love, 2009. Stalker wanted to know everything about me. I could share those stories that I had hoped, in my most self-indulgent daydreams, to find an audience for. ”From your first skinned knee to your first pet, from your first kiss to the last tear that … Continue reading