I am in here.
That’s what I used to say under my breath for years, when I was alone, when my thoughts were elsewhere and I hadn’t put a guard on my mouth. It always puzzled me because I was “home.” I had been brought home as an infant to that house, and we had never lived in any … Continue reading I want to go home
[No, I have no idea how long I’m leaving this up here. I may take it down before you even see it.] I had my first drink when I was three. My parents were having a huge party downstairs, and I’d been brought down to say hi, in my jammies. I must have escaped my … Continue reading A bit of my past
In the basement of the house where I grew up was a darkroom, complete with a full set of 1950’s era film and photograph processing machinery. All that was lacking, when Dad and I first went down there with the idea of putting some of the stuff to use, was the necessary chemicals. Dad originally … Continue reading darkroom
Thinking of what you all, and lots of others, have been saying to me in comments and on the phone, I came to the sudden conclusion about a minute ago that fear is common. Also that it is common to feel fear when looking back on one’s past. I suppose the fear could have many … Continue reading commonalities of fear
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