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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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Tag Archives: dream journal
“See these dark streaks across the thigh? That means the leg is bad. We have to take it off.” Continue reading
The rhythm of the stomping up the ladder keeps me going. Most of the time I can’t see because it’s too dark. My hands are on slippery rails. Stomp, stomp, the rhythm keeps me going. I stuff my fear down. Continue reading
December 23, 2016 “Here, write some more.” Michelle Obama urges me on. President Obama is already giving his speech, and I know it is short. I’ll have to write quickly to get a few paragraphs added to it. “Come on, … Continue reading
July 23, 2016 “You are the most beautiful man in the world,” I tell him. He looks like Hugh Jackman – maybe he is Hugh Jackman – and he seems a bit embarrassed, but not surprised. “That is why I … Continue reading
August 26, 2015 No, it couldn’t be Ernie M. He was fine. I saw him just a few hours ago, Ernie with the black hair –wearing shorts, getting into his UPS truck to make deliveries. What? He fell from the rooftop? … Continue reading
April 5, 2015 The professor and six fellow students sit around me in a semi-circle. Walking amongst them, I consult the well-worn book in my hands, with its yellow-highlighted passages. Flipping ahead, I see not enough are marked; I will run out. I wish I … Continue reading
March 23, 2015 Unlike yesterday, this morning the fog blocks out the sun; the concrete pavement and steel buildings are stark, flat grays. Even the tree branches look gray without the light. As I walk in midtown Manhattan, I see the clouds are so low … Continue reading
August 8, 2014 The oncoming car stops just in time. The driver is aghast, frightened at almost hitting us. Why is she driving the wrong way? Oh, no! We are the ones going the wrong way. Lisa is slumped at … Continue reading