I feel better and also worse after my last post. I don’t know what to make of the issues I was pondering, including issues of place and belonging, that I did not directly touch on to write my last post. It did not make my life better to work out the issues I raised with […]
Memory is slippery. To begin with, there are things in my past I don’t remember clearly, either because I was very young or because I was too horrified. I do “remember” some things that are so shocking I sometimes think I made them up to be dramatic and at other times they feel so real […]
I recall with particular horror one warm, weekend afternoon with all of us sitting in the livingroom while my mother threw pills in her mouth that she did not swallow, but said she would. It was purely for show, but she was serious about expressing something.
Holland 