Jakub Novacek on Pexels.com If my mom and dad were numbers, they would be rational, my sister and I integers (she positive and I negative). Numbers. Counting. The birth of representational value, of measurables, of an application used to explain our world. I count and with each word etch a mark in the ether. This …
Tag: Childhood memory
A Sun Kissed Death
They buried him under a blazing midday sun. Earlier that morning, with birds twittering and summer breezes blowing, it was downright mean to be made to enter the dimly lit funeral parlor, with its slight chill and nauseating blend of flowers and disinfectant. In fact, the contrast was so extreme so as to produce anxiousness …
The librarian
As long as I can remember there were books. In the beginning, picture books alphabet books and pop up books. Much later (High School and University) textbooks, encyclopedias and dictionaries. However, in between these vastly differing spaces of time, reside the most important books and reading of my life. So let's back up a little... …
The little boat that could
When I was four, my mom and I went to Italy for summer vacation. We stayed in her small town for about one month. It was a typical quiet old country town suspended, uncertainly, between past and present. My mom's childhood home faced onto a gravel courtyard full of bikes and cats, kerchiefed grandmas shelling …
Manu writes 