Everything’s Gonna Be All Right: 2

“Which parent do you feel closest to?” He was a caricature of a child psychologist: sandy, side-parted hair, large wire-rimmed glasses, dressed like Mr. Rodgers. He spoke with a soft, low, monotonous voice, barely above a whisper. I considered carefully, looking off to one side, and answered very slowly, “I’d have to say… my mother……

How To Read “To Greece And Back”

Here are reminiscences of the time I spent in Greece during high school in the 1980’s. The posts are free standing, but in reverse chronological order. So if you want to read the story in order, start at the bottom of the category and read the posts backwards.

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Amsterdam: At The Florist

I awoke in a Vermeer painting. Watery afternoon light slanted through the high mullioned windows, creating shafts of golden bright contrasted with deep shadows of ocher and umber. I blinked and looked around, puzzled. My sister dozed in an armchair and I remembered. It was Saturday, February 14, 1981, and I had just arrived in…

The Most Cowardly Act Of My Life

“Tell me he didn’t hurt you.” I was sitting with my girlfriend in her car in the parking lot of a fast food joint in Racine, Wisconsin. It was January, 1981, and it was incredibly cold. It was late at night, the restaurant was closed, the engine was running, and still our breath frosted the…

Where Is My Mother?

“Act II: Greece” It was 2012, I was 47 years old and I was writing what I call a “therapeutic memoir.” I had known for a while that writing it was necessary. I had to take one more close look at all the painful stuff of growing up, having ignored it for several decades. I…