Category Archives: Self-Experiments

Time Travel Interview

I was sitting here minding my own business enjoying my time off from my Physical Therapist Assistant training when I came across these questions posed by a French woman to her 14 year old nephew, who just happened to be … Continue reading

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Creating A New Me: Three Quotes and Some Random Ideas

“I know what great cure is: it is to give up, to relinquish, to surrender, so that our little hearts may beat in union with the great heart of the world” Henry Miller I really need to get in synch … Continue reading

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A Work in Progress #5: Somewhere East of the City

As I was not able to meet my friend the next day, I remember a conversation with a shaggy young grad student who had cornered me at an informal literary  function. “Man, you gotta get out in the country around … Continue reading

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Work in Progress #4: Failure of Memory

My friend stirs her drink some more, staring at the straw blankly. “They got us to Switzerland in ’39. I was 7 years old,” she says still looking at the straw. “My sister says by that time I was accompanying … Continue reading

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Work in Progress #3: A Circle of Dreams Part II

Standing in the brilliant cold sun, I grip the large golden ball of the door knob and twist. It is locked. The voice of a man speaking with care comes from behind me. “I know you asked for a pink … Continue reading

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