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“It’s as though I were living at last in my eyes, as I have always dreamed of doing, and I think then I know why I’ve come here: to see, and so to go out against new things—oh god how easily—like air in a breeze. It’s true there are moments—foolish moments, ecstasy on a tree stump—when I’m all but gone, scattered I like to think like seed…”
William Gass, In the Heart of the Heart of the Country
(Photo: Brad Ewell)
Memoir, Lying, Confubulation, and Spirit. Part 3
When you lie, when you confabulate, write these things down. Make these statements gateways through which you can see who you are and what you want. They are not shame points. They are bright lights of information, calling to you.
Why (Do) Did I Lie? An Adopted Person Tries to Tell the Truth. Part 2
I lie because I am rageful, heartbroken, starving, and confused. I am also curious, highly manipulative, and full of joy.
Why Did (Do) I Lie? An Adopted Person Tries to Tell the Truth
Lying made me feel amazing, free, sick, and scared. Telling lies created situations in the outside world that mirrored the mayhem in my internal world that I could not articulate or even perhaps feel.
On Hearing and Belonging: After Reading Jen Pastiloff's On Being Human -- Guest Blog Post by Susie Stricker
I was so startled by the loud noise of tearing and crumpling paper, as if many presents were being torn open at once by excited children on Christmas day, that I nearly fall out of my chair.
The Why of Your Voice or Why I Felt So Bad after My Father Said He Read My Book
Having an authentic voice takes courage for some of us, for me.
Chapter 1 of Pam Cordano's book 10 Foundations For a Meaningful Life (No Matter What's Happened)
Bonding = Call + Response
Want to Hear a Door Slam? Hurt an Adoptee's Feelings.
In the past few months, I have let down three adoptees (that I know of). This means that either I didn’t show up as promised or I behaved in an unpredictable, unsupportive manner.
Why I Put a Personal Ad on Facebook or Collaging with Mel
When I was in college and taking a creative writing class, at one point in the semester, the professor gave me his copy of The Story of O saying he thought I might like it.