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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: Journals
Just a few words in memory of your beloved husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather and uncle, Fred (Efraim) Berger. Like Moshe Ginsburg, my first memory of my Uncle Freddy was his wedding to Irene, March 4, 1956. Yes, I was four … Continue reading
By Barbara E. Berger Collage artist Koka Filipovic layers found objects and cut paper in a process that is as meditative as the product. – Sarah Fagan, guest art editor, VoiceCatcher: a journal of women’s voices and visions, Summer 2014 … Continue reading
Blessings and Bounty An art exhibit by Barbara E. Berger — 26 of her photographs with blessings RoseSprings Center Gallery, Hillsboro, Oregon, May-June 29, 2013 Throughout the millennia, people around the world have used words to appreciate the beauty and bounty … Continue reading
Dream, November 14, 2011 The toilet is disconnected. My toilet is sitting inches away from the wall connection. What happened? The men came to the apartment when I was gone, to repair the toilet. They thought it was fixed, but … Continue reading
Dream, November 11, 2011 How can I help my aging parents? I don’t know how to help them. Then, a solution. “Ma, I’m moving back to New York. I’ll live with you.” I can take care of her, while my … Continue reading
Dreams, October 8, 2011 The last resident showed how superior he was by going up the ladder, too long and high to even fathom, to get to the apartment. We were not so brave; we took the alternate series of … Continue reading