I’m sitting at my new MacBook Pro looking out the bay window of my office, which faces exactly east. I can see into my front yard, which is in terrible need of water. It has been a gorgeous July if you like to swim and sun bathe, which I do, but a terrible one if … Continue reading Only the Edges are Sharp — Chapter 1 (Beginning of Book)
Absence of Parents — Chapter 1
The remaining memories of Oak Street were mainly of being alone. Unlike in the A-frame house, I have no memory of having a family dinner in the kitchen on Oak Street. I have no memories of watching television with my parents and I only have a few memories of playing outside. I don’t know if … Continue reading Absence of Parents — Chapter 1
Absence of Parents — Chapter 1
The remaining memories of Oak Street were mainly of being alone. Unlike in the A-frame house, I have no memory of having a family dinner in the kitchen on Oak Street. I have no memories of watching television with my parents and I only have a few memories of playing outside. I don’t know if … Continue reading Absence of Parents — Chapter 1
Oak Street — Chapter 1
That was the day that I moved out of Oak Street, but I was there, off and on for six years. These years saw me through public school and into my first year of high school. By grade 10 I was too far away to walk to high school, but from Oak Street, the high … Continue reading Oak Street — Chapter 1
Jumping to Conclusions — Chapter 1
The experiment with the razor was not a unique event in my life, and for that matter may be more representative of how I have conducted my life than I care to freely admit. I’ve moved now. I am now sitting on my back deck, which overlooks a public green space. In July, which it … Continue reading Jumping to Conclusions — Chapter 1
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