Category Archives: autobiographical memory

THE PEOPLE IN OUR LIVES, WHERE DO THEY GO?

I met pre-med Samuel in an experimental psychology class. He thought he needed my help studying, and probably he did.  As much as help, he seemed to need a buddy, something he was accustomed to from his years as a … Continue reading

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PORTUGAL AT CHRISTMASTIME

We spent Christmas break in three wonderful, historic towns in Portugal, with a final stop in that country in Lisbon. Pictured below are Evora, Coimbra, and Geamareas. [ The top photo is of Rossio plaza, Lisbon, from tourazores.com. The next … Continue reading

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DECORATING THE TREE

She came and went like a breeze, it seemed to teenage me. Sometimes she sat quietly in places where you’d expect her to talk, such as our living room. Or she sat and read when she and I were in … Continue reading

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HE’S ATTRACTED TO HIS DAD? I BEG YOUR PARDON?

In my novella Young and in Love? Hardy confesses to his friend Ronda of a man crush on his dad, with the sexual feelings only a gay guy can bring to a man crush. He wouldn’t mind watching his dad … Continue reading

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FRIENDS INTRODUCE US TO THINGS WE’D NEVER THINK OF

When Todd and I have lunch with a friend who lost her husband not long ago, we’ve become accustomed to a wonderful tradition she and her husband began: opening a bottle of champagne for Saturday afternoons. As I sipped champagne … Continue reading

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AM I THAT UNLIKABLE?

I smile when I read the above inscription in my high school yearbook. Recently in a friend’s novel, a tall, thin, male librarian is the angel of death. I happen to be a tall, thin librarian. In another friend’s novel … Continue reading

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IF THERE’S A REALM BEYOND THIS LIFE…

In Paris Gare de Lyon train station, I stood next to a well-dressed young man who didn’t appear drunk. He leaned over and threw up. Late that evening in Zurich I had a very large bratwurst, beer, and went to … Continue reading

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